Busy ≥ Good

I have been SOOOO busy, but I feel as though I am getting nothing done. It is really frustrating. I worked most of the weekend and had been unable to finish a RA project that was due today, so I enlisted the help of a few girls on my floor and we had a grand ol’ time. But I have not yet finished my homework for tomorrow and I need sleep. Did I mention that it’s 12:27 AM? Please pray for me. I am worried that I have taken on more than I can handle. I want to do a good job at all that I do. I am not sure if I am frustrated because I want myself to do a better job than is even expected of me, or if I am just frustrated because I am doing a lousy job. These are things that I have been thinking about.

Thoughts transmission

*Thoughts transmission in progress*

I smell like chlorine again.

I am not getting enough sleep.

I love all of my classes, but still feel like I’m not putting enough effort into them.

I think the girls on my floor are amazing. They make me laugh all of the time. They give me energy to pull through when I’m feeling worn out.

I adore my friends; I just wish I had more time to spend with them. I am already tired of turning down invitations. I just don’t have the time. And sometimes when I do have the time, I really just want to be alone.

I should be reading an essay written by Emerson right now, but there are so many other things I’d rather be doing. It’s not that he’s not interesting. I find him very interesting. I just know that this teacher will suck the fun out of him and so it makes reading his essay less fun.

Today, I found art stressful. I am not sure of my teacher’s expectations and it worries me that I will not do all that I need to do. At the same time, I think I will enjoy the class more as the semester progresses.

I am worried about not being worried about my future. I have a general idea. I have a goal that I would like to work towards, but I am aware of life’s many curves and know that what I plan may not happen and that if I push too hard to make my plan happen I may miss out on a great experience.

I am jealous of people who live within a day’s drive of their parents. I don’t want to change my life or the lives of my family members, but I have considered the idea of them all relocating to be closer to me.

I have a new brain – my date book. Without it I would be lost.

Speaking of lost… I cannot wait for the new LOST episodes. I have it posted outside my door as a time I will not be available on my schedule. Some people find this amusing, others understand completely.

*Thoughts transmission complete*

Sorry for neglecting you all…

Today my teacher (for my class that is currently discussing Longfellow) managed to make a reading, which I had really enjoyed, boring. I managed to hold focus and take notes for the first hour, but it’s a Tuesday / Thursday class, meaning that it’s an hour and fifteen minutes, not the usual fifty minutes, and I just couldn’t take it anymore and started to doodle. This particular teacher is somewhat the bane of my colligate career. I am convinced that she will fail me this semester and the next for senior seminar (a really, REALLY long paper is due in that class) and as a result I wont be able to graduate and I’ll be stuck taking more of her classes over and over and over and over and over again. Okay, that is a somewhat of an exaggerated nightmare, but I am trying to not do anything that will bug her. I am in the classroom early, I read every detail (thankfully it’s interesting), I take notes (for the most part) and I try to say things in class (she’s just really hard of hearing and only notices the really loudmouths). I am thankful it’s the first class of the day so that I have three great classes after that one (only two on Thursdays…) that I get to enjoy.

Also, I start working again tomorrow. Or shall I say later on today. I am very excited about working at the pool again. I have been babysitting which as been great, but I really liked working at the pool.

Okay, it is late and I had intended to write a short paper and get to bed by midnight, but a dear friend came up to my room needing to talk and that was more important. I’ll have time to write my paper tomorrow. It’s just a one-page response to the readings, which I have already read. My only problem is picking which portion of which text to discuss. They were all so interesting.

Oh! And tomorrow I start my guitar lessons. I am very excited about that also. I am going to borrow a friend’s guitar until I can buy one of my own. Oh, I am so excited.