Nov 14, 2007 18:39
I'm busy.
Actually, I'm lazy. So I keep sitting with all my work in front of me and not actually doing it. Damn you Project Runway marathons.
I'm stressed. But still pretty good. Not the happiest person in the world, I guess, but things that make it easier. I guess mostly I'm just getting afraid of the future because it seems to be cropping up more and more quickly every day.
I have a thesis chapter due next Monday. I haven't started writing it. But I'll figure it out. I always do.
Sam makes me really happy. I don't know exactly when we started going out, but it's close to a month now, I think. Not that that's anything substantial, but I just really would never have said a few months ago that I would've expected this. I wanted it, I just didn't think it would happen. I think I'm still a little dumbstruck.
Travis is coming this weekend. That makes me a little nervous. I mean, Sam's told him, but Travis is somewhat...unpredictable. I don't know what the rules are. Leave it to me to date twins a year and a half apart. oy.
I guess there's really not much else. I'm constantly tired. And hungry. Bah.
Life's good though. Life's real good.