Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Procrastination is...my life?

So there's really not much going on in my life currently...the first half of last week blew chunks, which is why I avoided updating my blog. Then the second half of the week was kind of fantastic (at least in regards to talking to boys, since that is the only thing that really matters)! I avoided posting about THAT since I highly believe if something is going freakishly well you don't voice how freakishly well it is going because other wise the cosmos remembers things aren't supposed to work like that and shoves a wrench in your beautifully working life. I was kind of hoping the freakishly well stuff would continue through Halloween or so, especially since I'm still trying to fix the mess that was the first half of last week. But, alas, alack, the universe hates me! And my really good ending to last week is not continuing. Instead, I am besieged with papers I have no interest in writing, and the loneliness that comes from living the life of a nun without actually agreeing to it. The papers are especially hard since they are for Bio 100. A class I thought was going to be cake and possibly the one science class I liked my entire college career...obviously both turned out to be false!

On top of all this, it seems like a lot of people around me are rethinking the whole college thing (being here, major, etc). This of course causes me to be uncertain about my decisions and accentuates the fact that I really don't want to take pl sc 200 (aka writeapapereveryweekandmakesureitsabsolutelyperfect) next semester. We'll just wait and see what happens later! *Oh how I wish for my knight in shining armor to come and sweep me off my feet so I can major in something fun like theater or unusable like family history!* but with my luck, I'll be single when I graduate in five years after my mish. (Genevieve I told you this would be mope-y!)

On the plus side we carved pumpkins Monday night!

1 comment:

  1. Oh, Becca. Your blog today is reminiscent of Xanga...that I made when I was 16. And angry. And weeping tears of blood at night in my pillow on the body of a dead puppy.

    But, it's all gravy becaaaaaause--

    HALLOWEEN IS IN LESS THAN 2 DAYS AND...MY COSTUME IS AWESOME!

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