Debut
And finally...LiveJournal - This is going to sound ridiculous because I've been such a bad blogger lately, but I'm going to mirror my blog from Xanga into LJ. I have so many friends who use both now that it's really for ease of reading their journals than the amazing popularity of my posts. LJ went to free accounts right after I started Xanga, and I still like their format a little bit better...Time will tell.
The only reason I don't feel horribly guilty about taking the time to post is that we got out of lab early today, so I can make the argument that I wouldn't normally be doing anything productive during this time anyway. This last month has been hellishly stressful and busy. Anything that could go wrong, pretty much did - from 2am phonecalls from home to my Two-year-old betta fish, Anthony dying. Pledging, though coming out well, has met pitfalls at every turn. Joining the MUN team has been fulfilling, but has started keeping me from APO. It all came to a head this week when I had several papers due, late work piling up, and I still have an exam on Friday. A mini-breakdown on the phone with my parents led me to quit my job (which I was barely at anymore anyway) and ask one of my professors if I could turn in things a few days later. Everyone who heard about it has been really supportive, Amy offering to help from all the way in Boston, and Danny telling me he would go on coffee runs if that's what I needed, even though he's just as busy this semester.
I'll be so glad when it's over. But...
I have wonderful friends and a family that loves me. I have the opportunity to attend a private university and not hold a job. My car works. The roof doesn't leak (anymore.) I have so much more than so many other people out there. I even have both of my boobs.
In an attempt to cheer me up yesterday, my mother reminded me of this blessing, and told me that my stepsister Risa, "popped" one of her implants (a souvenir of the time she spent living in Vegas). Dude. What does a deflated implant look like? Don't worry too much, though, they're under warranty and she can get it replaced. Wild.
For now, things to do, thanks to everyone who's made life bearable this past month...
The only reason I don't feel horribly guilty about taking the time to post is that we got out of lab early today, so I can make the argument that I wouldn't normally be doing anything productive during this time anyway. This last month has been hellishly stressful and busy. Anything that could go wrong, pretty much did - from 2am phonecalls from home to my Two-year-old betta fish, Anthony dying. Pledging, though coming out well, has met pitfalls at every turn. Joining the MUN team has been fulfilling, but has started keeping me from APO. It all came to a head this week when I had several papers due, late work piling up, and I still have an exam on Friday. A mini-breakdown on the phone with my parents led me to quit my job (which I was barely at anymore anyway) and ask one of my professors if I could turn in things a few days later. Everyone who heard about it has been really supportive, Amy offering to help from all the way in Boston, and Danny telling me he would go on coffee runs if that's what I needed, even though he's just as busy this semester.
I'll be so glad when it's over. But...
I have wonderful friends and a family that loves me. I have the opportunity to attend a private university and not hold a job. My car works. The roof doesn't leak (anymore.) I have so much more than so many other people out there. I even have both of my boobs.
In an attempt to cheer me up yesterday, my mother reminded me of this blessing, and told me that my stepsister Risa, "popped" one of her implants (a souvenir of the time she spent living in Vegas). Dude. What does a deflated implant look like? Don't worry too much, though, they're under warranty and she can get it replaced. Wild.
For now, things to do, thanks to everyone who's made life bearable this past month...