Sweetly Blissful
Hmmm... soooo... yeah. My name means sweetly blissful.
I know; doesn't really seem to suit the snotty ROTC self-centered whiny part of me.
But honestly, it some of my past struggles there is a part of me that is almost my favorite, that can kinda be called that. Sweetly blissful. That's what life should be like, right?
I'm working on it. I'm really in an odd place. It's like I burnt out, and was done with the term, and now because I still have two weeks, part of me has gotten a new enthusiasm and confidence and happiness and fun. And part of my brain still quite refuses to function. I mean it, like I can't have an intellectual thought. I had a funny thought at breakfast about how in the grander scheme of things, our lifespans must be so very short, and how sad it is that as knowledge is gained we barely have enough time to pass that information onto our offspring, let alone apply it all. And then I realized that I had had an intelligent thought, and I was so happy... and then my brain hurt again.
I have decided; I have a brain tumor. That's why this crickin my neck won't go away and why I can't seem to get rested.
Or maybe my bed just needs to move. I think I may try that.
Ok. So, here's the rundown:
Wednesday: A quiz(which i am going to bomb because i don't have the reading materials for so oh well THANK YOU S/U grading so it doesn't matter!!!), a meeting with my professor to help me get SOMEWHERE so I don't completely bomb the final, Duty night, and a paper due. OH YEAH AND A FINAL REVIEW. I have to remember to go to that class!!!
Thursday: Getting stuff done. Going shopping for some necessary things.
Friday: More math.
Saturday/Sunday: Math. Math. Sleep. More Math. Ugh. Brain hurting.
Monday: Nada. Study time.
Tuesday: 12-1:50 pm Math 255H final. 2-3:50 pm Math 256H final. 6Pm Russian Culture final.
7PM. I pass out on my bed and don't wake up till I have to do duty Thursday!
I think I will get a nosebleed like halfway through my second test. Haha... and because it's college and nobody cares, I'll just have to keep going and hope I get partial credit if I pass out before the last problem. Oh gosh it's so frightening, but my brain is protecting me by not letting me freak out. Of course it's that same brain preventing me from absorbing the math I need. I don't know why I don't get it but it really looks like gibberish.
Oh well. I will make it.
The end.
See y'all later. I won't be posting or answering e-mails or any of that stuff probably, so if you need me call my cell. And if you randomly feel like giving me a backrub...well that would be super amazing. Unless you're a creepy freak who's just reading my blog. Ugh. Yay, now sleep deprivation >> paranoia.. hahah not really. Sooo, if I've already let you into my physical bubble, then you know who you are :)
Anyhow. Gotta either sleep or math... whichever seems more likely in the next few minutes.
:)
WISPS Show up and help haha.
I know; doesn't really seem to suit the snotty ROTC self-centered whiny part of me.
But honestly, it some of my past struggles there is a part of me that is almost my favorite, that can kinda be called that. Sweetly blissful. That's what life should be like, right?
I'm working on it. I'm really in an odd place. It's like I burnt out, and was done with the term, and now because I still have two weeks, part of me has gotten a new enthusiasm and confidence and happiness and fun. And part of my brain still quite refuses to function. I mean it, like I can't have an intellectual thought. I had a funny thought at breakfast about how in the grander scheme of things, our lifespans must be so very short, and how sad it is that as knowledge is gained we barely have enough time to pass that information onto our offspring, let alone apply it all. And then I realized that I had had an intelligent thought, and I was so happy... and then my brain hurt again.
I have decided; I have a brain tumor. That's why this crickin my neck won't go away and why I can't seem to get rested.
Or maybe my bed just needs to move. I think I may try that.
Ok. So, here's the rundown:
Wednesday: A quiz(which i am going to bomb because i don't have the reading materials for so oh well THANK YOU S/U grading so it doesn't matter!!!), a meeting with my professor to help me get SOMEWHERE so I don't completely bomb the final, Duty night, and a paper due. OH YEAH AND A FINAL REVIEW. I have to remember to go to that class!!!
Thursday: Getting stuff done. Going shopping for some necessary things.
Friday: More math.
Saturday/Sunday: Math. Math. Sleep. More Math. Ugh. Brain hurting.
Monday: Nada. Study time.
Tuesday: 12-1:50 pm Math 255H final. 2-3:50 pm Math 256H final. 6Pm Russian Culture final.
7PM. I pass out on my bed and don't wake up till I have to do duty Thursday!
I think I will get a nosebleed like halfway through my second test. Haha... and because it's college and nobody cares, I'll just have to keep going and hope I get partial credit if I pass out before the last problem. Oh gosh it's so frightening, but my brain is protecting me by not letting me freak out. Of course it's that same brain preventing me from absorbing the math I need. I don't know why I don't get it but it really looks like gibberish.
Oh well. I will make it.
The end.
See y'all later. I won't be posting or answering e-mails or any of that stuff probably, so if you need me call my cell. And if you randomly feel like giving me a backrub...well that would be super amazing. Unless you're a creepy freak who's just reading my blog. Ugh. Yay, now sleep deprivation >> paranoia.. hahah not really. Sooo, if I've already let you into my physical bubble, then you know who you are :)
Anyhow. Gotta either sleep or math... whichever seems more likely in the next few minutes.
:)
WISPS Show up and help haha.
posted by Elysia @ 22:18
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