Stupid guilt.

Hey, you know what wasn't smart of me to do at all???

Just as I was crawling into bed, early, mind you, I started to think about all the things that I still have to do. So then I started feeling guilty about sleeping when there is still so much to do. That's not normal, is it? I mean, really? I shouldn't feel guilty about sleeping, should I?

What I still need to do, by the end of this week:

• ALL of my research for Edward's class


• Put together presentation for Edward's class


• Write my paper for Judaism


• Do my make-up work for Judaism


• Do my extra credit for Gothic Lit


• Do my paper/short story for Gothic Lit


• Do a map of Dougherty parking lot/field


• Put up flyers for Ultimate Frisbee


• *Do* Ultimate Frisbee


• Be on duty twice


• Do my dishes


• Do my laundry


• Round up boxes


• Come up with two more programs


• Do an overview of Stats


• Reorganize notes for Stats


• Call Chris


• Go to the prairie for Philosophy


• Read for Philosophy


• Read for Judaism


• Finish memorizing Gettysburg Address (almost done!)

Something tells me I'm going to need a carton of smokes for this week alone. Gah! Can I just say how much I hate the quarter system. It always happens like this though - get down to the last couple of weeks and all hell breaks loose. I really just want to go to sleep, but I feel like I should be doing something. And here I am, erm, updating...Gosh I'm dumb.

Worth Cherishing

So the last couple of days, I've been getting up an hour earlier. The last couple of nights, I've been going to bed earlier, so that I *can* get up earlier. The only reason I do get up earlier, is because I need my quiet time. And I find that it is terribly nice. I just get up, start some coffee, and crawl onto the couch and scour the internet and watch out the window.

It's times like these when the dorm is quiet, I feel completely and totally alone. Sipping my coffee. Not thinking about anything. Not worrying about anything. Just me and my coffee.

These are the moments that I cherish. These are the moments I am happiest.

Heaven, I'm in heaven....

Heh. Figures. I finally find a nice guy, and it's almost time to go home for the summer. Dag blast it! Oh well.

Tony's this guy that I talked to from a travel agency. Long story short, after my enquiries into vacation packages for next year, we exchanged numbers and emails and aims. We've been going back and forth for a couple days.

I shouldn't get hyped up. I really really shouldn't. But we have so much in common. Hmm...