Madhouse

This place is a madhouse.

I complain about it, but I secretly love it. Having others around me share my pain, or have it worse (in the short-term, at least) does make me feel a bit better about it. I refuse to count down until my exams are over, because I still have a long way to go after it.

I went home yesterday and had delicious food and bought some amazing perfume. Home is good, but I wonder what my life will be like when I no longer have anything immediate to be doing. I reactivated my facebook this weekend, but that will probably/hopefully not last.

An interesting note:
"Experience changes our behavior and our brain. We are, after a learning experience, quite literally different people--different behaviorally, different physiologically"
Chance, Learning & Behavior 2008)