The Philosophy of Sweatpants

How can you tell it is finals time? I have not changed out of my giant maroon sweatpants in two days. Don't worry, I have showered. But then I just put the giant sweatpants on again. They are really ridiculously comfy and warm, and even though its actually almost 70 degrees outside my room is ridiculously freezing and I like to think it gets me into the Christmas spirit. My sweatpants are so big they can be scrunched over my toes, keeping them nice and toasty.

In my defense, the majority of my other clothes are all packed away. I am officially ready to leave...despite the fact that I still have another final which will not begin for another 27 hours. I was actually mostly packed last night. I really hate packing. But I really hate studying more. So I packed. And am now sad that the packing is mostly done, because that means eventually I will have to study.

Speaking of packing, I am slightly worried about Cicero, my fish. I have to take him with me obviously over Christmas break. But I am worried he will not survive the trip home. I am also worried that my parents will feed him too much while I am away in Amarillo with my boyfriend for a week. He is a very delicate fish (or exceptionally sturdy) and one mistake and he's going to be dead. My friend whom I interned with a few summers ago told me that if we were still at that internship the office would probably take bets on how long my fish would live. She doesn't know this, but the first fish I owned (Jeter...RIP), survived a lot longer than all my college friends thought.

My desk is filled with papers and notes on philosophy of property and contract and things that really just make me want to give away all my possessions if it will make people stop writing philosophies over them. I have a strict study plan which obviously I am sticking to quite well. I have a horrible habit of making lists and plans and then getting super satisfied with how organized my life is, and then take a 3 hour break because I worked so hard on that darn list. It is really a productive life system...not.

But for now I am just super comfy in my sweatpants, pretending that I know enough philosophy of law to pass my final tomorrow.