I started off the school year strong but I may be kind of like a rocket… burning off all the fuel in the beginning and relying on the remnants of that push to get me through the majority of my trip through my super-senior year of college. Unfortunately, as hard as I pushed for a week or two, I don’t think I will be able to coast by for the next three months.
Aside from this moment that I’m blogging about, my day has been anything but procrastination. True, I am currently staring at my cell phone and work pager, hoping that one of them will go off. But I also have a syllabus and two Word documents open, my studying music on, and the majority of a paper written.
This morning was an absolute horrible day at work. Started off great but quickly went downhill (somewhat like my semester). Of the 99 days I love my work, the one day that I don’t is usually awful. And when I came home, I found my goldfish dead at the bottom of the tank 
. He didn’t even seem sick.
I have been stressing out. I never used to stress out. Really, there was hardly anything that I couldn’t control my thoughts over. And there was nothing that made my emotions go crazy. I wonder who I was then, if I’ve truly changed, and if its for the better. Now I’m a freaking basket case if my mind latches onto something I deem worth stressing about.
Morose thoughts + dark ocr music + a chocolate shake (sugar makes me sick) + too much homework + and a humid apartment = one very unhappy girl.
I better go to Mensing and detox on a piano.
