I hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving break and is ready to screw up a whole semester worth of work and time because we have no energy left for the last 2 weeks of classes and and 1 week of finals. Or is that just me? Thank God I don't have many assignments left because I can tell you right now they would not be my best work. I brought home a book I was supposed to read over break and I didn't even open it. The other book I was supposed to read I left at school. Did I leave it subconsciously? Probably. These last few weeks aren't off to a fabulous start, but the repercussions of that won't be shown until my final grades are released which is so far away that it makes it less important. Is that not how it works?
I should really start focusing on my finals since a few of them will be challenging and preparing now would pay off. But, I'm not going to start focusing on my finals. That's why we have evenings before finals.
I'm already anticipating Christmas break which is sad because we have a few weeks; December 14th cannot come soon enough. I want to look for a job that I can have over break because I know I'm going to get very bored very quickly when I realize my family and friends at home can't be excited for that long about my arrival and long term stay (a month) in Erie. Seriously I think it wears off after a couple hours. When I came home for Thanksgiving, Mack came home from school that day and went to a friend's house. Instantly. That sums up, mainly everyone.
I'm also sick which may be a result from not sleeping much lately, but I slept like a lazy cat last night and woke up feeling the sickest I've been yet. CUZ THAT MAKES SENSE? ISN'T SLEEP SUPPOSED TO BE VITAL TO REGAIN MAXIMUM STRENGTH? My throat was throbbing every time I woke up in the night and the Chloraseptic spray was in the linen closet in the hall. Far, far away. As a result by morning it felt awful and I've been clearing my throat and holding/spitting nasty phlegm, depending on my situation and whether spitting is even an option. I started feeling sick on Friday/Saturday but I guess I just ignored that getting-sick feeling and pretended I had the post-Thanksgiving blues. Until Connor questioned me of being sick because he realizes instantly if he is under the weather I guess. When I timidly said no with big doe-eyes and a shrinking stature he basically accused me instead of questioned me. I hope he overcomes his illness quicker with me back at school and spitting up phlegm by myself because The Romantic Era's new cd release show is Saturday and if it's my fault his throat is scratchy than I don't think I could live with myself.
xxxx
A
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