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Saturday, March 26, 2005

I love the things I can count on

As you may or may not know, I am one of those people that absolutely hate surprises. Of almost any kind. I like predictability, I like knowing that 'a' will happen, leading to 'b', which leads to 'c'. I thrive on that kind of environment. So, I thought, just for fun, I'd list a few of those predictable things that I love:
1) Every Monday/Weds/Friday I will wake up dreading my 10am American
cultures class. Every time, without fail.


2) Even though I plan out my Tues/Thursdays to wake up early, get a shower,
do homework, and have plenty of time to get ready for my 12:30-4:45 day, I will
end up sleeping until at least 9, going online, talking on IM, or otherwise
lazing about until it reaches 11:30 and I then decide to rush around like a
madwoman taking a shower and eating brunch.


3) Every Monday/Weds/Friday I walk to my dreaded American Cultures class
with one of my best friends and my roommate, who could also be considered an
amazing friend. They listen to me complain about how much I do NOT want to go to
class, and insist I must. And so I do.


4) I will inevitably be bored out of my mind during my philosophy and
literature course, even if the topics are of the utmost interest to me, simply
because of the way my professor talks. It just annoys me, how he speaks quickly
and softly, so I end up tuning him out until he asks a question to me--- which
happens fairly often, since I'm one of 5 total students in the class. I then
wake up enough to answer, and drift back into my boredom-induced coma.


5) At the end of the day, I will read all of my homework for the night, write papers, etc, by 10pm. Because at 10pm I go online to talk with those I love to talk to, those that de-stress me and care about me beyond an academic environment. And it helps, it really does. It helps me focus, it makes me get my work done that might otherwise be pushed into a 2am quick-read, just so I can chat. And I like it.

6) Lunch at 12:45, Dinner at 5:45/6pm.

7) I will, inevitably, encounter drama with someone. A boyfriend problem,
stress over the horrid amount of schoolwork, etc etc. It all will be encountered
during the course of any normal day. And this drama fails to be a drama for me,
because I see it as more of a predictable series of events. Girl likes boy. Boy
does something. Girl freaks out. 1-2-3. Always. At least, always in the life of
my dorm-mates. Drama becomes less dramatic if you can find the pattern
involved.

And I think that's why I like predictability. I'm not a dramatic person, although I can fake it sometimes. But that's only when I'm being silly. Generally, the less drama, the better. And as I've said, drama becomes less dramatic if you can find the pattern, the predictability in the actions. And I think people's lives are so dramatic, that it helps to have a routine. A pattern. Something solid that you know will happen. Unless of course something interferes, like Easter break from school. But even so, eventually, I will revert back to my pattern. And it will help me be less stressed. College is stressful, so find the pattern of predictability, the few things you know you can count on, the things that you like doing, and it'll help. At least, it has with me.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

i was more tired than i thought...

So after a hectic day yesterday, I slept for two hours. Which normally wouldn't be a problem, however, I slept while in the middle of an IM with a friend. Oops. I hadn't realized that I was that sleepy, or I wouldn't have started talking in the first place! There I was, laying on my bed while talking to him (using my laptop) and next thing I know I'm opening my eyes and it's 1:47am.
I, of course, apologized. I really hadn't meant to fall asleep on him. And he said it was ok, even though he called me a shithead for making him think it was a problem with yahoo (because yahoo tends to eat messages, and he didn't know that it wasnt yahoo eating them again, but that instead I was sleeping).
Some days, you should just go to bed early.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

For the life of me...

I can't sleep. I've been trying to sleep for the past hour or so. I've tried reading, boring myself to sleep, counting sheep, everything I can think of. And it's all a no-go. I think I'm stressed out. I know I am. And I only make myself worse by not doing the things that are stressing me out. I ignore them, and then it makes it so I just have to do them later. An example? I have an American Cultures rough draft to write, and I've really psyched myself out about it. I did extremely horrible on the last essay, and I HAVE to do well on this one to get my grade to a C! It's at a 'C-' now. That's horrible for me, if I keep that up it'll bring down my GPA, which means no scholarship, which means no school, which means no law school, which means I won't be a lawyer, which means I might as well just kill myself because there'll be nothing left. And yea, as you can see, I'm really stressing myself out about this paper.
And yet...
What did I do today on my paper? One would think that if I were so stressed out about this paper, I would be working on it nonstop, no? NO. I didn't work on it much at all today. I tried, really, I did. And nothing. I wrote some stuff, but it was just off-the-top of my head work and nothing that I'm even halfway sure is accurate. And then I spent the rest of my day just loafing around, and then I went out to dinner with the lovely miss caitlin. It was fun, definetly.
I really do need to work on my paper all day tomorrow. In Amcul tomorrow we have to do a thesis/introductionary paragrah and drafts. It's going to be so horrible. Two hours of writing, about stuff I'm not completely sure about. And then when I'm done with that class, I have to come back to the dorm and write more. And then I have a lit club meeting. And then write some more. It has to be an amazing rough draft so I don't have tons of work to do on Spring Break. Hah. I'll have tons to do anyway, I'm sure. I was hoping to go to the mall tomorrow with friends, but I doubt it's going to happen.
And that was my day.