speaking of stress
how about me thinking that i could actually do 18 credit hours this semester?
how about me not being motivated enough to go and get a visa/passport to go to italy next spring?
how about me not even begininning to look for a summer job?
the beginning of spring break was beyond boring. my boyfriend was sick, i had no motivation to do anything. i crocheted scarves, watched movies, and read "pride and prejudice." then, monday, tuesday, and wednesday afternoon, i spent working on my lesson for wednesday night. thursday, friday, and part of saterday i spent with ed, and then today i spent packing and moving back into malone.
so about those 18 credit hours -- half way through the break, i started feeling completely and over-whelmingly stressed out by all the work that i do through the week. i'm jam-packed. i really wonder how i've managed to do okay the last 2 1/2 months. i keep telling myself that i only have 1 1/2 months or so to go. but then i think of how much closer i am to graduating. egads.
whatever. last night i had some really FUCKED UP dreams. one was set up like a movie where kate winslet was a succubus and ate people so that she could maintain her beauty. she cut out the tongue of this husband and begged her not to do anything more to his wife. in the same movie, i was the satan's little helper, even though i didn't want to be. he tried to get me to torture this person, but i wouldn't do it. so he told me to tell her of happy things she'd miss out on. i could do happy stuff. but, i had to go grab some coffee from this store that was supposed to be closed. but wasn't. i tried to find a t -shirt to buy for her to make her feel better. but it was $42 [yay hottopic prices!]. somewhere katie kelley fixes into the mix, and me trying to steal a bunch of cd's from these two guys.
the other dream involved me getting an anti-brow piercing [but it was really an eye-brow piercing] that didn't hurt at all. and the start of getting a tattoo of a zipper on the side of my neck [i think i'm inspired now.]. i don't know. it was all bizarre.
how about me not being motivated enough to go and get a visa/passport to go to italy next spring?
how about me not even begininning to look for a summer job?
the beginning of spring break was beyond boring. my boyfriend was sick, i had no motivation to do anything. i crocheted scarves, watched movies, and read "pride and prejudice." then, monday, tuesday, and wednesday afternoon, i spent working on my lesson for wednesday night. thursday, friday, and part of saterday i spent with ed, and then today i spent packing and moving back into malone.
so about those 18 credit hours -- half way through the break, i started feeling completely and over-whelmingly stressed out by all the work that i do through the week. i'm jam-packed. i really wonder how i've managed to do okay the last 2 1/2 months. i keep telling myself that i only have 1 1/2 months or so to go. but then i think of how much closer i am to graduating. egads.
whatever. last night i had some really FUCKED UP dreams. one was set up like a movie where kate winslet was a succubus and ate people so that she could maintain her beauty. she cut out the tongue of this husband and begged her not to do anything more to his wife. in the same movie, i was the satan's little helper, even though i didn't want to be. he tried to get me to torture this person, but i wouldn't do it. so he told me to tell her of happy things she'd miss out on. i could do happy stuff. but, i had to go grab some coffee from this store that was supposed to be closed. but wasn't. i tried to find a t -shirt to buy for her to make her feel better. but it was $42 [yay hottopic prices!]. somewhere katie kelley fixes into the mix, and me trying to steal a bunch of cd's from these two guys.
the other dream involved me getting an anti-brow piercing [but it was really an eye-brow piercing] that didn't hurt at all. and the start of getting a tattoo of a zipper on the side of my neck [i think i'm inspired now.]. i don't know. it was all bizarre.