Winter FTX

Well, I'm off to a weekend of Army. I'm nervous, and I don't feel so well. But it will be GREAT. (i swear I mean it.)

Wockye slelse

Since titles suck... it's just easier to type something random.
I can't put a title on this day. I mean, what do you call it?
My life is so very full of so many different things, I can't limit myself to one thing to describe in a day. If I could, then those other things I did just weren't worth it.
Ohhh.... you people with your own room.... you are so lucky.
People smell so much. You don't realize it until you have to live with it.
Meh.

Titles are STUPID

Grr... I hate my lesser spontaneous ability sometimes. It drives me nuts. Actually, far too many things drive me nuts. I stress myself out over something that happened on Tuesday - that was a GOOD thing. *sigh*
TV is bad. Especially when you haven't watched any for a long time. Back to back episodes of CSI are bad too.
Good but bad.

Something I was thinking about last night. I haven't written anything in a long time. I'm so busy, so stuck in homework and reports that my fictional writing has no energy.

I should get some things done.

Hmmm...

Well, Life's busy. When isn't it? We work so hard to get to the days when we have nothing to do, piling higher and higher our responsibilities and stresses.
Once in Psychology class, we were reviewing a system of gauging someone's stress by attributing a number to various life events. My professor (awesome awesome awesome) puts up the chart and notes 'So as you can see, adding it up, someone who's in the 350 plus range it practically going suicidal'. We chuckle and nodd, making our notes. But when I get back to my dorm and look at the chart again, I apply my own life to it.

Next day, "Umm, Dr. Bernieri... is 350 really suicidal? Or were you exaggerating?"
He blinks at me, "Ah, well... they really need to sit down and talk to someone ASAP... That kind of person is on the verge of being really screwed up."
*Sigh*
This life of mine is enough to kill someone.
Good thing I enjoy it enough not to ever kill myself. Or else I'd be a statistic.

On a lighter note:
German's fun. It turns out that the reason it's so hard, is because it's literally a third of my credits this term. Whoo-ee! Yep. 5 credits of German. Yay, but yuck. I have so much grammer that I never understood in English, and now I'm supposed to be able to understand it in German? I'd never even heard of a verb complement object untill I got called on in class.
Heheh

ROTC is amazing. It's my life. I feel like school is a part-time job on the side sometimes. I'm so scared to see it sitting there on the verge of the porcelain. My hand hasn't held me back yet, why should it now?

Meh.


My room's a mess, I can only check my e-mail if I'm lucky and the server's feeling charitable.
And I have an interview today!! Yeesh.



Wisps, thanks, keep holding on.