Heading into the sixth week of the semester, and I'm already feeling burned out. My schedule pretty much sucks in all forms right now, and this past year has really been kicking my natural born white arse. I blame it all on my first semester here, where I deemed myself too good for studying and working hard, and ended up with a 2.95 GPA and a bank ( Read more... )

I just thought the world should know that not once but TWICE this week I have woken up at five freakin' a.m.

TWICE.

I have a second job; I am a writing tutor at my school's writing center. The other day, I tutored a grad student, it was kind of weird. Not because he was in graduate school, or because he was 40-something, or because he was asking my eighteen-year-old self to help him write his resume. No, it wasn't weird for any of those reasons. It was weird ( Read more... )

is eating my soul away.

It is the first sunny and semi-warm day we've had in weeks; I am inside Panera bread studying. It is 3:09, I have been studying since 11:30 (save for the hour and half I talked to Rachel ( Read more... )

Why don't I write in this more often? Is it because I'm too busy, really, to say a few words? To make a quick update to chronicle my life? Is it too much to take five minutes to type "Today sucked: four quizzes, fight with the BF, my teachers are morons, but smiles from friends at the end of the day keep me going ( Read more... )

CAAP exams. I know, they're a national thing. But have you ever heard of them? Probably not. Apparently, only lame midwestern colleges with nothing better to do force their students to take them. Why do we take them? To get accepted into our major. When can we take them? Anywhere from Sophomore to Senior year ( Read more... )

He wishes he could take a vacation and just romp about and enjoy life, he wishes the world was different, so he didn't have to save the it.... When thinking about all those people out there depending on "us" (Scientologists) and it makes him feel like he has more work to do, and needs more help to "Get those spectators either in the playing field, ( Read more... )

I've become the worst blogger ever. Once, this was my life. Now, it makes me sad. I used to spend hours a day reading blogs, responding to them, and writing my own. I figured it was a fair hobby, and one I could take with me into adulthood seeing as the majority of bloggers are, well, adults. Once college started though, I found myself engrossed in ( Read more... )

I'm pissed. I really like writing the number 7.

Oh. Yeah. Happy New Year.