Don't you hate it when you're so bored and know that you should be doing something, but then you rationalize your unproductivity by saying you're too bored to do something?

That's me right now.

So instead of reading as much as a page of Wuthering Heights before bed, I'm mindlessly flipping channels, waiting for someone - anyone - to come online and save me from boredom.

I've looked through the English course calendar for next year. I already know that I want to take four courses next year per term - that's all I need and I don't think that I want to be this stressed this time next year. Unfortunately, I've taken far too many courses in English in my first three years - there are only hard, (and largely uninteresting pre-1900) C and D level courses available. And a lot of the D's are very interesting. Come on - Ondaatje, Postmodern poetry and a very interesting Cinema course all in one year. I'm destined to be enlightened but be crazy busy. Looks like I'll have one class Monday (late) and no Wednesday classes in either session - that is, if I go crazy route and take the 4 Englishes. Sigh. I know I should take another kind of course, but I don't want to kill my brain like I did this year with psych.

That's my rant. Off to read some Bronte...

-Me