Have you ever seen those commercials with a woman settling down into a huge tub of suds, drinking powdered flavored coffee (but you'd never know it! The taste that belies ease!), eating some sort of slightly expensive cookie, and saying "Ahhh! I deserve this escape..."? Well, that's me and skipping classes, but only if certain critera apply:

1) Class must be one in which I'm already getting a good grade.
2) Nothing important is scheduled for the day in which I'm skipping
3) The maximum amount of relaxation will be achieved in proportion to guilt over skipping classes

This is one of those days. I have sooooo much to do that I've finally hit insanity status. Amazingly, my stress isn't from putting things off. I looked over my daytimer and realized that two of my teachers have moved projects around so that they all fall on this weekend. It must be a conspiracy.

Or just dumb luck. Anyway, Russian class is easy to skip because the teacher loves me. Avant Garde is easy to skip because we're just doing speeches and I've never missed any other class. I won't be skipping Marx class, however - it's only once a week.

In my newly found time, I'll be writing a 20 page paper about Debussy, making graphics for the Seminole County Clerk of the Court, writing two short stories for Grad. Writers Workshop, doing Russian homework, writing 20 pages of a screenplay, an analysis of the movie "Return to Oz", and a treatment for my Adaptation script. Oh yeah, Mom wants help with housework as well.

Yet, I have time to blog - I'm disgusted with myself.