La, la, la, she says, and doesn't do her homework.

I made crepes this morning; the great thing about living off campus is the food. Crepes and yoghurt and two kinds of melon and sugar and orange juice. The world is good. How can you follow that with homework?

You can't, so instead you surf the internet and go down to the park on the corner and play on the swings and visit the neighbors who have a pig. And oh! look! It's 3:30!

I refuse to feel guilty. Mmmmmmm, weekends.