God help me, I should have gone to Agnes Scott.
In a lot of ways, I’m dreading the thought of spending another year at the most closed-minded school this side of Bob Jones University.
And no, I don’t know why I keep tormenting myself by looking up course catalogues from women’s colleges. Okay?!?
Just now I kind of lost it over something as imbecilic as the fact that without official club status, we can’t have anyone enter the freaking Miss Berry pageant to raise awareness that we exist.
It is always, always, always the stupid shit that hits me. I am such a child.
Taylor is sitting across the table from me with both of our blogs up, complaining about how plain his page looks compared to mine, and Lance has just looked over to see for himself and reassured Taylor: “It’s very… clean…”
He followed this up with the statement, “As for me and my household, we read the New York Times.”
I’m so worried about my homework. Working here is very distracting. I don’t know when Taylor does his homework, but when I do mine, he comes and distracts me from it!
What words are really, really difficult for you guys to type?
I don’t mean words that you can’t spell, but words that you just can’t type straight: the ones that flow out perfectly from your pen, but when you touch that keyboard, your hands trip on each other and it all just runs to pot.
I’m writing an English paper right now and have realized that the bane of my typing existence is the word “PHENOMENON.” It just doesn’t work. I’m a three-finger typist (I like to have the range of available keys in sight), and I suspect this may have something to do with the problem… it truly is driving me bonkers.
Other common culprits: committed, revolve, through.
Which ones get you? Is it affected by how you type?
Dear God,
Please just let me make it the two days, three papers, and one test until Spring Break.
Love, Becky.
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It’s strange how simple your needs get at times like this. When you’re satisfied with just staying above water, it’s so easy to relinquish control and cut the crap. Life is purified to its most essential elements around your work: eating enough to stay focused, sleeping anytime you can, showering when you start to nod off but can’t afford to. Realizing it’s not necessary to plan out next week or spend the whole afternoon with your significant other or make it to every club meeting. The stress level never stays far from the surface, but in your mind it seems so distant, seen through a filmy veil, like water, like coming into and out of sleep.
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Breathe in. Breathe out. Rinse. Repeat. Get up and do it all again.
What’s necessary will come through. The rest will happen, or not happen, depending on forces you’ve ceased trying to control. If it doesn’t end up done when the dust settles, it wasn’t necessary in the first place.
TROLANDER HAS FACEBOOK!!!!!!
Bright spot in shitty week.
Annie and I are watching the Super Tuesday business on TV and having intellectual discussions, which is super exciting. Taylor was also here discussing, but he’s not now.
Also we are eating far too many cookies.
Also I am looking at pictures of my cousin’s gorgeous baby:
I want him.
Sadly, the night is not going as well as it should be, for I have a Spanish test in the morning and the air-conditioning in our dorm is broken. (For those of you who aren’t in the benighted South, yes it’s February, but it’s also 75 degrees and thick as pea soup.)
You know, there are only so many layers of clothing one can take off.
Our new gym opened.
It’s super nice and great to work out in, so I’ve actually started taking advantage of the facility, as I’m rather thicker than I would prefer to be.
But I don’t think I’ll be riding the exercise bike again anytime soon.
Yeah… the treadmill works just fine for me.
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