back to the grind…

It’s time to head back to college and enter the chaos for the last time (it’s so odd being a senior).  I can’t say I’m looking forward to classes at all… I actually am not even really looking forward to going back.  This week has been a long one and my parents have been gone on another vacation.  For once I actually miss my parents pretty badly, and while last week I was excited about going back to my college town, now that feeling is replaced with its opposite (wait not dread but something like… I really don’t want to go).  My feelings are inconvenient and couldn’t they have been switched for these past two weeks or something?

While it will be hard to leave tomorrow, I do have plans with friends in the evening.  A new hookah bar has opened, although the place we usually go to rocks, and we’re of course going to pregame and possibly hit up some bars.  I guess even if tomorrow is shitty the evening/night should be pretty fun.

coffee, how i love thee!

Unable to think and unable to hardly talk, I was just on the road to offending and annoying one of my roomies.  Around 3pm I was trying to figure out why I was suddenly exhausted.  Went to sleep around 2am last night and my alarm set for 11am (to catch up from the weekend) was cut off before 9am.  I was up and about and my room was flooded with sunlight, which is highly unusual compared to the last few weeks.

So upon blundering around with speech and being practically rude to my roomie just now, I suddenly realized that this is possibly what happens when you drink coffee like crazy and don’t give a shit about sleeping.  So tomorrow I will limit myself with the coffee (hopefully… if this is even possible anymore).  As for tonight my plan is to stay up late and get a good chunk of my proposal written for my Professional Writing class.  I like this class a lot but at the moment I am flooded with schoolwork in all of my courses.  Two papers, a group project, and two exams coming up, plus a lot of reading for a Modernist British Literature class.  It’s getting rough.

dancing in heels more fun.

Classes have begun, which just feels unbelievable.  I spent all of my weekend partying with friends and had a lot of fun (frat party, apartment party, hookah lounge, and a bar of course – a very crazy two nights).  Now I can’t believe I have classes to sit through.  I feel like I’m off by a month or something and really it should be the end of July now.  I know atleast two of my roomies feel the same way.

My schedule isn’t very hard, but I am already feeling overwhelmed by the syllabus of my first class that really delves into my major (Professional Writing).  Yes, this could be a bad sign I know.  I’m just not sure I’m ready for the “real world, fast pace” of this class.  Honestly I haven’t had much experience with fast writing for any class, so I’m hoping I can handle it.  If not my Professor makes it very clear, in the syllabus, that students should quickly drop the class.  And if I need to drop the class I will be changing majors (to I don’t know what) as well.  Basically, I’m going to be extremely busy.

So, one of the strangest things of this weekend is that I met this guy at the frat party and we sat outside and talked for over an hour.  We were both pretty sober, which is extremely odd at a frat party.  He asked for my number and I gave it to him and he called to give me his.  I didn’t really think I would hear from him (although that night he did invite me to go hiking with him and some friends the next day) but then last night he texted me.  I’m not really sure about this as a friend of mine thinks she overheard his friend and him discussing me (along the lines of:  “oh I’ll back off and you can have her” douchebag much?), but I’m figuring hanging out with him is probably harmless, so that is what I am doing later this week.

prerequisites among other things.

I am possibly the worst blogger ever…and I mean this because I haven’t written anything in forever.  Not because my blog is possibly a little boring.  Life has been busy, but really when is it not?  

I am trying to pick classes for next semester and am completely lost.  My adviser isn’t much help either.  When I met with her about a month ago she wanted me to take a 3000 level English elective this coming semester,  but all of the ones that are required need a prerequisite that she doens’t want me to take yet.  And then she was like “well if your going to take a 3000 level english course take Victorian lit. or lit. of women, you already have a lot of English classes, though.”  I felt like saying well thanks for no help at all. Both Victorian Literature and Literature of Women are not required and I am short on required credit hours already.  Grrrr….what should I do?  Possibly wish for a better adviser – and so unfortunately my adviser isn’t going to change.  Since I am already behind in credit hours this whole thing makes me stressed.  I really don’t want to spend an extra year in college mainly because I don’t have the money to.

And that is about all this week has consisted of besides a great struggle in calculus (as usual), but I actually discovered a free tutoring lab that I have went to twice and it has really helped, so that is looking up.

Goal for the weekend (which starts on Thursday, as always):  Don’t get completely wasted every night and actually get some work done.  Basically don’t be a stupid freshmen-like college student when you already lived that out last year.

audacity and moldy lettuce.

This has been the longest weekend ever, but I still feel like I didn’t have enough time to get my homework/studying done.  That always happens with weekends, doesn’t it?

But, anyway I did manage to clean out the fridge along with my roomies.  It was pretty scary.  You definitely wouldn’t think three girls could be as messy as we are and have a bunch old nasty food in their fridge.  Along with ancient lettuce and some chunky coconut pineapple protein juice I found my exes flask.  grrrr…  Of course now I would have to get in touch with him when we are finally through.

I of course poured out the whiskey in it and then sent him a text later.  I was out that evening when he wanted to come get it and now it is Sunday evening and the flask is still in my possession.  The question that I can’t get over is should I leave it out on my porch for him or after how he has treated me should I hand it to him in person?  is that going to bother him… or is that being too nice to him (in both cases speaking of the latter)…

He had the audacity Friday night when he txted me back and wanted to pick it up of saying “can i come over and get my flask and possibly a hug?”  Gawd! does he think that if he is pathetic enough I will be like “oh I love you and have missed you so much.  lets be best friends forever.”  I mean come on does he think I was born yesterday.