The Same.
All my days seem the same.
I'm in the process of studying for Concrete. It's an interesting endeavour. This is a class mostly about the process. I do generally like classes that are about process more than I like classes that are about memorizing. I find that most classes fall into one or the other, although occasionally one falls into the "understanding" category. Not so much in my degree, though.
I like exams more than I like regular school. I get to sleep a little late, spend a little time with people, cook what I like, clean what I want, and generally live a life that is sort of outside of time.
I'm reading "Total Money Makeover" by Dave Ramsey. It's kind of a good read, if very extreme. Someday I want to have money. I want to pay back my student loans and buy a house. I look at houses... I lust for them and wish I could have them. I look on the internet when no one else is around. I want to paint them exciting colors and make up a spare bedroom and shovel snow and plant a garden. I think I have a house-porn problem.
But... all my days are the same. Is that just how life is?
I'm in the process of studying for Concrete. It's an interesting endeavour. This is a class mostly about the process. I do generally like classes that are about process more than I like classes that are about memorizing. I find that most classes fall into one or the other, although occasionally one falls into the "understanding" category. Not so much in my degree, though.
I like exams more than I like regular school. I get to sleep a little late, spend a little time with people, cook what I like, clean what I want, and generally live a life that is sort of outside of time.
I'm reading "Total Money Makeover" by Dave Ramsey. It's kind of a good read, if very extreme. Someday I want to have money. I want to pay back my student loans and buy a house. I look at houses... I lust for them and wish I could have them. I look on the internet when no one else is around. I want to paint them exciting colors and make up a spare bedroom and shovel snow and plant a garden. I think I have a house-porn problem.
But... all my days are the same. Is that just how life is?