Eeeep.
What is it about Monday and me feeling like I'm having an emotional breakdown?
Oh, it's Monday. That's the problem. It's smooth sailing from Thursday, but Monday always makes me want slam my head on the desk.
So, I've had the same freakin' headache for 3 days. I keep popping migraine pills and it will eventually go away, until I get out of bed the next morning, and then it returns. It comes back slowly so that by 8PM, I'm in absolute agony. Took a trip to the doctor after class and he told me to take Advil Sinus. GIVE ME A PRESCRIPTION FOR SOMETHING STRONGER. Nope, never happens. For me to actually go to the doctor, it really has to hurt. However, my options are limited because I'm allergic to penecillan. Argh.
Half the semester is over. So far, so good. Goodbye motivation. I was so set in the beginning of the year to be on top of everything, and get everything done on time. Then, I came back to reality and returned to my old last minute habits. Terrible way to exist, let me tell you. Yet, it's understandable. It's hard to balance school on top of homework and working. I go to class from 9-2 on Monday and Wednesday, and then work from 5-10. I know, that leaves me a good 2 and a half hours to get some work done, but it'll never happen. Besides, I sort of enjoy doing my Spanish homework when I come in exhausted from work. Then, at least, if I don't understand something or don't remember how to say something, I can blame it on the fact that I'm exhausted instead of thinking I'm incompetent.
Doing the WHMS show again this year. Easy music. Easy money. Time with Allison. WOO! Win/Win situation all around. The bad thing is I haven't held a drumstick since Guys & Dolls. Eeeep.
Italy. March 16-25. 'Nuff said.
In the midst of figuring out what the hell it is I want and what the hell it is I'm going to do about it. Can't wait until I know for sure.
Until next time...
* "I'm gonna chase my dreams and catch up to them. I'm gonna find you somehow, someway, somewhere, someday" -- MxPx, First Day of the Rest of Your Life
Oh, it's Monday. That's the problem. It's smooth sailing from Thursday, but Monday always makes me want slam my head on the desk.
So, I've had the same freakin' headache for 3 days. I keep popping migraine pills and it will eventually go away, until I get out of bed the next morning, and then it returns. It comes back slowly so that by 8PM, I'm in absolute agony. Took a trip to the doctor after class and he told me to take Advil Sinus. GIVE ME A PRESCRIPTION FOR SOMETHING STRONGER. Nope, never happens. For me to actually go to the doctor, it really has to hurt. However, my options are limited because I'm allergic to penecillan. Argh.
Half the semester is over. So far, so good. Goodbye motivation. I was so set in the beginning of the year to be on top of everything, and get everything done on time. Then, I came back to reality and returned to my old last minute habits. Terrible way to exist, let me tell you. Yet, it's understandable. It's hard to balance school on top of homework and working. I go to class from 9-2 on Monday and Wednesday, and then work from 5-10. I know, that leaves me a good 2 and a half hours to get some work done, but it'll never happen. Besides, I sort of enjoy doing my Spanish homework when I come in exhausted from work. Then, at least, if I don't understand something or don't remember how to say something, I can blame it on the fact that I'm exhausted instead of thinking I'm incompetent.
Doing the WHMS show again this year. Easy music. Easy money. Time with Allison. WOO! Win/Win situation all around. The bad thing is I haven't held a drumstick since Guys & Dolls. Eeeep.
Italy. March 16-25. 'Nuff said.
In the midst of figuring out what the hell it is I want and what the hell it is I'm going to do about it. Can't wait until I know for sure.
Until next time...
* "I'm gonna chase my dreams and catch up to them. I'm gonna find you somehow, someway, somewhere, someday" -- MxPx, First Day of the Rest of Your Life