Study Break!

Study break!

My brain hurts.

My fiancé played the Rocky theme for me because I was feeling uninspired. In a movie I would had a montage of studying, furiously typing, notecards, walking into the final with confidence looking chic and acing the final in 5 minutes flat. Unfortunately life doesn't work that way. So I need a break. Especially now since he is making me watch youtube videos.

So I'll write something fun instead of biochemistry notes.

Shifting in her chair for what seemed to be the millionth time, Callie realized her butt was growing numb. To try and shake the cobwebs from her head she got up to pour herself another cup of coffee, only to realize it was dark outside. When it had gotten dark, she wasn't entirely sure. As she started to flip on the kitchen light she heard a noise coming from the hallway. Assuming it was still new apartment noises she shrugged it off. With her coffee she headed back towards her chair turning on more lights as she went. Having been lost in her own little world of writing since noon she hadn't noticed the stranger slip into her one living rooms window. It wasn't until after she had settled back into her chair did she notice the noises coming from her bedroom....

ugh, cliff hangers. Don't we all hate them.

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