The Irrepressible Urge To Learn Another Language Is Slowly Consuming Me.

We are Icarus, hurtling towards our fiery demise at speeds unknown, melted wax sloughing off our weary wings. We are Icarus, warned by our forefathers not to reach out of our range yet we stretch as if we know better. We are Icarus, reaching ever closer to the sun, too high on beams of light to know our own burns. And such is our fate.

Ah yes, finals week, that time of year when I replace the entire 65% of me that is water with sugar free caffeine juice.

You know you're in too deep when you read unionized as un-ionized in a completely non-scientific context.