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Sometimes you have to remind yourself that the things that matter in life aren't really what you think they are. After coming home from printing off articles tonight, I should've sat down and read them, prepared myself for the essay that will be eating my soul tomorrow. And then Jenny came and asked me to come watch a movie with her. And I very nearly said no. I was going to be good and studious and do my reading and go to bed.

And then I thought about it. And you know what? They're fucking grades. They don't count -- in general, but literally since I'm abroad. The only way I fail this essay is if I don't do it, maybe if I don't put in personal opinions/insight which we know isn't a problem for me. Maybe reading tonight would've made the difference between an A-/B+ and who knows, a possible C. But you know what? Jenny is a fucking amazing person and she's only going to be in my life for one more month, and most of that month will be full of finals crazy.

And sitting in her room on the spare bed she uses as a couch and getting the snuggletime in that I always desperately need and drinking tea and watching Chocolat and eating cake? Was ultimately a way better use of my time than reading articles for a stupid essay.

I'm saying this because I want to remember it, remember the logic behind it -- especially for the next 16 hours, when I will be really tempted to kick myself for it.

...but also just in general.