Such Idiosyncracies
So I survived my week of papers. I really don't care to ever see them again. I have two papers this week... I should probably start on those soon. I have a meeting or some organization thing to do every night this week except Monday and Friday. Uhhh... Suuuuuure. I'm keeping pretty busy trying to force myself to be productive, but I have to admit I do spend a lot of time goofing off. It's my own fault really. I think the stress is just starting to pile up. This week... I just want to crawl back into bed and curl up under my comforter. Can we just sleep through this week? It's not that I can't handle what I need to do, it's just that I'd much rather be doing other things. I've lost my confidence at writing (I swear it's a constant roller coaster ride), I can't seem to say anything in Chinese without her spelling things out for me, and I can't form a coherent, logical sentence in any of my other classes. I sound like a two-year old and I know my professors are wondering how the hell I made it this far without failing out. Speaking of failing, I'd just like to add I'm going to make a new record at the GRE. I'm hoping to get at least a 10. Some might think this is a low standard, but trust me, this is going to be quite a feat for me to reach.
I hadn't intended to bash myself on lj. I think I lost the true purpose in updating somewhere after the 5th sentence.
On a better note: My parents are coming this weekend and I'm looking forward to having someone buy me dinner (no strings attached). And maybe they can help calm my after-graduation fears that keep coming back. Can you believe I made it to my senior year? So instead of being productive after lunch maybe I'll goof off for an hour as distraction from the general before I get started on that Middle East reading and paper?
I hadn't intended to bash myself on lj. I think I lost the true purpose in updating somewhere after the 5th sentence.
On a better note: My parents are coming this weekend and I'm looking forward to having someone buy me dinner (no strings attached). And maybe they can help calm my after-graduation fears that keep coming back. Can you believe I made it to my senior year? So instead of being productive after lunch maybe I'll goof off for an hour as distraction from the general before I get started on that Middle East reading and paper?