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My life is overflowing. I don't mean that in a "my cup runneth over" sort of way. I mean, it's falling out at the sides. It can't all be contained anymore. It's leaking under the door and spilling into the hallway. I don't even have a hallway.

In the last two days, I've met/gotten the phone numbers of/flirted with three different guys. Three brand-new, never-before-met, science (or politics--is that a science?) major, older-than-I-am guys. When it rains, it pours. You bring one guy back into your life and suddenly you're a magnet. I honestly don't know what happened. ...Not that I'm complaining. The guy in my Latin class is... so not what I pictured. I think I like that.

I haven't slept in weeks. I keep forgetting to sleep (I'm going to bed after this entry--I've already taken out my contacts and brushed my teeth and checked my email and gotten a glass of water), so I've been exhausted since school started (as in, two weeks ago). I work in the mornings, I do homework during the normal lunch hour (I eat, most days, don't worry), and I have class in the afternoons. Except Tues/Thurs, when I have class in the mornings too. I get Thurs afternoons off and spend them doing physics homework that's due on Friday at 8 am. Or going into work to check on cell cultures.

I don't have time for this. Life, I mean. I don't have time for life. I'm too busy having life. Grah! Other than physics (which is required), I love everything I'm doing. I love my major, I love my pointless and gradeless Latin class, I love work, I love guys, I love drinking coffee to keep myself coherent. I just don't know how I'm supposed to fit it all in without going insane. There's just too much of everything. And next quarter is only going to be worse (I intend to take 12 credits of bio and 6 credits of physics and start my senior thesis).

Umm, I lost my train of thought. I think I'm going to call this the end of the entry and write more when I've had some sleep.

From a comment I posted on Ly's journal earlier today:
"You know how I write stuff on my hand so I won't forget it? (Well, I do.) Like, "letter-L," which means, "write a letter to Lyla to go with the other letter you wrote to Lyla and never mailed, you slacker." And "study," which means, "Do your physics homework, because you're going to a wedding in a week and a half and you have a physics midterm the day you get back, you stupid non-forward looking slacker." And, "sleep," which means, "sleep, slacker." Among other things.

But yes, I have "sleep" written on my to-do list."

So I'm off to get some sleep. G'night.

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Well, now I’m angry that I forgot to say everything you said (aside from the coffee habit which I have kicked this year,) in my entry. Today a girl wrote her email address on my hand because she didn’t have paper and she really wanted me to email her. There was something amazingly adolescent about the whole thing; the way my hand felt steadied by her sure supporting hand and confident writing hand will stay with me for a long time. Also, when I was buying said granola bars and other items, the girl who rang me up said “Uh, do you know you have an email address on your hand?” I was so confused, then she took my hand with that same steady grip people must use to read and read it to me. Her fingers were so long and cool, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way her voice sounded as she read it.

You kicked your coffee habit? Hmm...Well as long as you didn't kick you music habit, the package won't be entirely in vain. Enjoy!

This is going to sound incredibly diplomatic after the fact, but it’s true: by “I have kicked my coffee habit,” I mean that, because campus has started serving Tully’s coffee at all their venues, (which may as well be vomit in a cup,) I have stopped drinking coffee on campus, (which formerly constituted 95% of my coffee consumption.) However, observe that on Saturday October second I was at Solstice coffee shop studying and drinking coffee for most of the day because it was off campus and actually serves coffee that requires effort to make. In short, I still drink good coffee if I can get my hands on it, but it has become scarce.

Out of curiosity, how did you find this comment? Is there an LJ-tool I don’t know about that lets one track the comments of a single user across journals? I’ve been looking for such a thing. And, by the way, Kara, this is my friend Elizabeth; Elizabeth, this is Kara. Well now, don’t be shy, shake hands, you in Chicago and you in Santa Cruz.

*laugh* Nice to meet you, Elizabeth. How do you know Zach?

Our families have been friends, through church, for most of our lives, and we went to school all years together. So yeah...nice to meet you :)

If there is an LJ tool of the sort you described, I don't know about it. I occassionally read your friends page, because I know some people on it and, frankly, it's more exciting than my friends page. So I read Kara's (hello, by the way...apparently we went to middle school together at Swope?) entry and looked at the comments.

I guess there isn't a "Current Music" option for comments, but I feel like documenting my first Paul Simon listen in a quite a few months. Specifically, Spirit Voices on The Paul Simon Collection album.

Wow, Swope, huh? I wish I had a middle school yearbook with me.... What's your last name? Or, what classes did you take?

Fox is my last name...hmm what did I take...I actually may be able to remember by schedule. Let's see:
7th grade
Mr. Licon - math
Mr. Harrison - social studies
Mr. Lesar - PE
Exploratory rotating classes
Mrs. O'Neil - spanish
Mrs. Craig - science
Mrs. Morrow - english

8th grade
Mr. Vaughn - math
Someone for science
Mrs. Hartman - spanish
Mr. Reier - english (horrible class...)
Mrs. Killian - Art
Mr. Lesar - PE
Mr. Peto - social studies

Well, if nothing else, that was entertaining for me to remember my days at Swope, and to impress myself that I remember my schedule from middle school.

Wow! That's pretty impressive. And I remember your name... My last name is Hamilton.

I'm sure I have records somewhere (old journals in Reno), but I can't remember my schedule right now. I know that in 7th grade I had english with Mrs. Morrow 7th period, so I think I was in your class. In 8th grade, I had Reier and then MacIntyre as my last two classes. You didn't like Reier? I loved him. I like MacIntyre more, though. She's one of my all-time favorite teachers.

I babysat for Mr. LiCon all through high school. His daughter is really cute. And I had Mr. Vaughn for math in eighth grade, then Mrs. Vaughn for English senior year of high school. The Vaughns are awesome people.

I admit to being dense. In spite of seeing some of your previous posts, I did not realize who you were until today. In fact, while reading one of your posts with my wife a day or two ago, she asked who you were, and I had no idea. Then I suddenly realized today... do I feel stupid! But now I know, so I thought I'd say hello.

*laugh* Don't worry about it. I wasn't sure if I should say hello or not. Which post were you reading? Oh, and are you by any chance going to Christi's wedding? I'd like to meet your wife. Corinne, right? (I'm horribly out of the family loop.)

Good to hear from you.
Love,
Kara

I know how to fix all of this! Obsess over the space-time continuum (wow, spelling issues) for a while, then invent a time machine. You'll have all the time you want! Meanwhile, I hope things get more manageable for you. :)

Hmmm.... How about I delegate? I was really good at that in yearbook.

Heather, I hereby assign you to the task of inventing a time machine and giving me all the credit.

*wipes hands* Well, that was a good day's work.

Egggcelent! *crazed, the-world-is-mine expression forming*

umm... wow. i just wanted to say i like your pictures.

Oh. Thanks.

Wow what?

there are a lot of comments on that post... or something to that effect... yeah.

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