bitch posting, plain out bitching
I have a feeling I'm going to be extrememly mentally exhausted by the end of this semester. I always knew upon entering college that my mental powers, as they are deemed by the academia, would be some what challenged- but seriously, this is going on over load. And it's not like I'm really even LEARNING from class, but learning and going on overload from this independent study more so than anything. Such is life, right? I guess I better stop complaining. This will be grad. school 10x over.
Jenn has me a bit worried about grad. school (or rather my acceptance). She didn't say anything, it's more along the lines of her own problems or self-esteem issues with it all. OK- actually, let me just rephrase. After recieving a B on my historiography paper I began to go through some self-doubt. In the words of Chris, "You made a B and you'r complaing? You over achiever!" Actually, no. It's just that academics is such a competative field that I don't have room to make B's (although I'll be the first to admit I'm a B student hugging the A line). Fuckers. ANYWAYS_ off of the depressing mumbo jumbo.
I sat down tonight to work on some of the paper, yet I've only gone over 3 of the DCI profiles (Totally about maybe 15 or so pages give or take)... but my eyes are soooo tired and my minds not geared to write. So I guess I'm stuck reading, once again. It's not so bad it's just that I NEED to WRITE! haha. Sheesh.
Oh and to fill in the journal here since we last 'spoke': Frankie did call. We've only spoken once this week. Am I complaining? Nope- gives me less to worry about haha (my way of thinking, I can't explain). Is it weird? Yeah considering he called me EVERY day x 3 for over 2 weeks. Am I worried? Nay.
T-Minus= 13 days until I'm 22 (dear god) and a Month + until LIFE hits =-)
Jenn has me a bit worried about grad. school (or rather my acceptance). She didn't say anything, it's more along the lines of her own problems or self-esteem issues with it all. OK- actually, let me just rephrase. After recieving a B on my historiography paper I began to go through some self-doubt. In the words of Chris, "You made a B and you'r complaing? You over achiever!" Actually, no. It's just that academics is such a competative field that I don't have room to make B's (although I'll be the first to admit I'm a B student hugging the A line). Fuckers. ANYWAYS_ off of the depressing mumbo jumbo.
I sat down tonight to work on some of the paper, yet I've only gone over 3 of the DCI profiles (Totally about maybe 15 or so pages give or take)... but my eyes are soooo tired and my minds not geared to write. So I guess I'm stuck reading, once again. It's not so bad it's just that I NEED to WRITE! haha. Sheesh.
Oh and to fill in the journal here since we last 'spoke': Frankie did call. We've only spoken once this week. Am I complaining? Nope- gives me less to worry about haha (my way of thinking, I can't explain). Is it weird? Yeah considering he called me EVERY day x 3 for over 2 weeks. Am I worried? Nay.
T-Minus= 13 days until I'm 22 (dear god) and a Month + until LIFE hits =-)