If all those little bluebirds fly...
I don't really have time to write in my journal anymore. Everything seems to be coming together in one big blur and it's not all that fun. My room is a mess, but I'm to the point where I no longer really believe that if I clean it, it will get any better. I need to start running again, and I need to find..what, around 25-30 sources today to use in my capstone paper. GAH. So yeah, if anyone can think of how disabled siblings and their brothers/sisters are portrayed in society...books, pictures, paintings, sculptures, I'd really appreciate thoughts on that one. I guess I'm stressed out. Dreaming of getting a 7/15 on some assignment, and being a waitress for two girls that I can't stand didn't probably contribute to a good mood this morning. Nor did hearing Tejano blasting from my roommate's alarm clock when she wasn't even here at 6:45. I need for this next week to be over, simply so that I can take a break. I don't know if I'm going to summer school, and I need to get plane tickets to Ryan's graduation thing...and I don't know about Taiwan, and it's all on my shoulders, since I'm paying for everything, and I'm in charge of putting plans together..and I need to read 5 books today. That's insane. I guess I should go work on that. I just needed to run in circles for a moment.