Have you ever got the feeling...
That the past few months have gone by, and you haven't really accomplished anything? Story of my fucking semester.
I can say almost unequivocally that the only thing that I was excited for at the beginning of this term that I still am excited about is Frisbee. If I didn't have disc in my life right now, I think I would go insane.
But seriously. My grades are good, but not as good as last two semesters, and not as good as they should be. I can't focus, I'm falling asleep in class again (which blows). I don't have any passion for my classes anymore, I've just sort of checked out. My marathon training is a fucking joke. If I told the story of my semester training it would go: right achilles, right ankle, right achilles, left calf, flu, right calf, left achilles. And that would take up about 3 months. I have gone on 2 runs since I have been back at school, and both times I tweaked something at practice that night, and had to stop.
And I had something good at the beginning of the semester. Something that got me out of bed in the morning excited for what was going to happen that day. And now thats gone too. And going farther away, headed toward out of my life completely (if things hold course). And thats probably the worst of all because just when I think that its getting better, just when I start to think I am over it, something happens. I notice something, and probably blow it way out of proportion or misinterpret, but I have to reflect on the whole situation, and that fucking blows. And then repeat that cycle, every couple of days, for the last 2 weeks. Its the balls.
Essentially, I think I just burned myself out the first half of this semester. Physically, academically and emotionally. I really need spring break. Now, not in a week. I might go crazy before then.
Sometimes I just want to curl up into a ball and not feel anymore.
This might be the first completely serious post I ever made on this thing. I don't know what brought me back to livejournal, but I couldn't resist its siren call. Fuck my life right?
I can say almost unequivocally that the only thing that I was excited for at the beginning of this term that I still am excited about is Frisbee. If I didn't have disc in my life right now, I think I would go insane.
But seriously. My grades are good, but not as good as last two semesters, and not as good as they should be. I can't focus, I'm falling asleep in class again (which blows). I don't have any passion for my classes anymore, I've just sort of checked out. My marathon training is a fucking joke. If I told the story of my semester training it would go: right achilles, right ankle, right achilles, left calf, flu, right calf, left achilles. And that would take up about 3 months. I have gone on 2 runs since I have been back at school, and both times I tweaked something at practice that night, and had to stop.
And I had something good at the beginning of the semester. Something that got me out of bed in the morning excited for what was going to happen that day. And now thats gone too. And going farther away, headed toward out of my life completely (if things hold course). And thats probably the worst of all because just when I think that its getting better, just when I start to think I am over it, something happens. I notice something, and probably blow it way out of proportion or misinterpret, but I have to reflect on the whole situation, and that fucking blows. And then repeat that cycle, every couple of days, for the last 2 weeks. Its the balls.
Essentially, I think I just burned myself out the first half of this semester. Physically, academically and emotionally. I really need spring break. Now, not in a week. I might go crazy before then.
Sometimes I just want to curl up into a ball and not feel anymore.
This might be the first completely serious post I ever made on this thing. I don't know what brought me back to livejournal, but I couldn't resist its siren call. Fuck my life right?