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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.
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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Re: Coffee
Date: 2004-10-08 02:01 am (UTC)From: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.
Re: Coffee
Date: 2004-10-08 03:31 am (UTC)From:Re: Coffee
Date: 2004-10-08 08:34 pm (UTC)From: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.
Re: Coffee
Date: 2004-10-09 03:22 am (UTC)From: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.