I was destined to be a lazy kid.

There is one thing I like about the cold. That feeling you get when you crawl into bed. I guess I just don't have adequate winter clothing, because that is the warmest moment of my day. In the morning it will come back to get you, especially you have something to do that day, and getting out of bed seems like the end of the world. I love being bundled up. I don't like the cold, but being wrapped in blankets is the most amazing feeling, so I guess it's worth it. 

Oh the things I could do....

I'm exhausted. I'm hungry. And my brain is fried from all this knowledge my professors keep trying to shove in there. I want it to be summer very badly right now, and I've only been in class three and a half weeks. Yes, I am pathetic.

I just spent the last two days trying to make my blog look all spiffy. It was hard, but I used a whole bunch of layouts and tricks from Cutest Blog on the Block, which is a super fine website.

Oh, I have some hilarious pictures of my mother and I, that I thought I would share, because I truly am a giving person.

Something attracted us to the bling teeth.
It might have been my father pointing them out.
I maintain that my mother is a bad influence on me.

I don't think this is what I signed up for.

I just want you to know that if/when I have a nervous breakdown it was indeed all my fault.

I have spent my beautiful, sunny, mild weekend reading. I don't mean curled up with a good book sipping tea reading ( I adore that), no I mean heavy text book, mundane reading. As a college student, this is not a new phenomenon, but the duration of this studiousness has gotten ridiculous. No one should spend their entire weekend swimming in the dark waters of academia.

I did pick my classes with little regard for my own sanity, so I suppose it's not my place to complain. I still want to though.

It doesn't help that my body is, now after twenty-ish years for the first time, getting the proper number of calories (instead of excessively more). I'm hungry, tired, and overworked. Bring on Xmas, so I can finish this farce of a semester.

It seems I only blog when I want to bitch about school.

Rightfully so, I suppose.

My classes start Tuesday, and my plate is overflowingly full. Just looking over two of the sylabi for my classes gave me a headache. It also gave me the impression that my education professor is a hippie. I mean the real deal type of hippie. She is concerned about the environment and gives off the "lets hold hands and sing" vibe.

I kind of want it to still be summer:

 

Lack of sleep coupled with a longer than usual car journey has exhausted me. I feel as if I'm going to nod off any minute and I still have to unpack all my crap. I definantly have some procrastination issues. Blogging instead of cleaning.

Roomie is also hosting a soiree here this evening, so sleeping will probably not happen anytime soon.

Insomnia: I guess it could be worse.

I can't sleep. Sadly two am has become my new normal bedtime and yet I still can't sleep. My family (and I mean the whole famdambly) is going to Charleston on vacation tomorrow, so I guess I'm a little excited about that, but I don't know if that would affect my sleeping pattern. I dropped my dog off with my bestie and I'm used to having his paws pressed into my back as I sleep, but I don't know if that is it either. I just can't sleep. I'm pretty much done packing too so I can't even use this time to be productive.

I am not going to be nice in the morning. I guess I can sleep in the car if the need arises.

So now I get to spend a solid seven days with people that will most likely drive me insane. I won't even have whatshisface or bestie there to break up the monotony. Too bad I'm a couple months too young to inhale liquor (you know just incase things hit a snag). Oh by the way, Charleston SC (because I utterly despise West Virginia) is by far my favorite place in America. I'm just super saiyan.

As I look at months of neglected Chemistry, I realize

I know I do a fair amount of bitching at the end of every semester, because I, by nature, am very lazy. This is not helped by the fact that in the past minimal effort would suffice. I'm not some genius that destroys curves and blurts out answers to rhetorical questions, but without studying I can usually get a B. It's more of a curse than a blessing. It keeps me lazy and boosts my ego to this uncontrollable beast.

Oh, and here is the kicker. When I do study, I spend more time on the subjects I'm more likely to ace without the effort, because I usually like them better. And I don't want to even try with things that it's conceivable that I could fail. That's how I get As and Ds on the same grading period, although I haven't really done that since high school.

I guess the fundamental lesson here is that my moderately high GPA is not a real reflection of my character. Plus, I despise chemistry and all its little science buddies.