Let The Games Begin!
Stress Stress Stress.... and yet here I am sitting in bed typing on LiveJournal. I have a 6-8 page paper with a min of 5 resources due tomorrow as well as a presentation on it and my final exam in Linguistics. In a few hours I need to shower, get to school, make an appointment for reneweing my residence card next year, find out how to contact my new Senyora, call my new Senyora to ask if I can leave stuff at her place and tell her I have special food needs, take a final exam in Environmental Science that I can't study for because Blackboard isn't working, rush across town to teach two midgets English when I don't have much of a lesson plan at all. Come home, eat dinner, talk to my best friend which I'm both excited for and dreading, do research, make a thesis and write that aforementioned paper, study for Linguistics, get a couple hours of sleep at most, breakfast, shower, take Linguistics exam, solidify thesis and start writing 10-12 page poetry paper that was due this past Thursday and must be in by this coming Thursday or I fail the course, start packing my suitcases, dinner, friends, sleep. Wednesday, finish lesson plan for kiddies, write the poetry paper like I'll die if I don't get it done, cause I will, finish packing and take extra stuff to wherever it needs to go, study my ass off for Historia which I'm sure I'll do rather horribly on and don't have time to study the make-up stuff that could help raise my grade, dinner, friends, sleep. Thursday, finish citations for poetry paper, hand in paper, cram for Historia, take Historia exam, drown my sorrows in a ColaCao or something, give Isa her present and try not to feel like scum for having made her feel like shit because I don't want to live with her anymore, try to get some sleep. Friday, get up early, gather last of stuff, try not to forget anything, get to the airport who the fuck knows how, figure out how to get my ticket who the fuck knows how, fly alone for 17 hours with only about 2-3 hours of time on land, arrive in Utah in early evening and have to stay awake to avoid jetlag, experience culture shock severely, go through Spanish withdrawal, deal with mom while dad drives across the country to get brother. One question...when do I rest? And eat? Not that I need to be eating, but I get hungry sometimes and it's distracting when I have so much going on to have my stomach start grumbling. I wish I didn't have to eat. Mom's going to stuff me with food when I get home and it won't be healthy and I'm too fat already. *sigh* Life...I think I blinked and didn't see my death and subsequent descent into hell.