So here's the thing.

I'm definitely at a point in my life where I'm okay being single. It's been this way for a while, actually. I'm not one of those girls who sits on her butt and waits for prince charming to come and mopes around because he hasn't yet. Fairy tales are not real. I love who I am and I love my life and I know that I would not compromise myself for a guy. I will continue to be who I am and I will continue to persue what I want out of life--and I will not stop for another person.

However. It would be damn nice to go on a date. You know? Be asked out, be told that I'm appreciated as more than a friend. Something. It would be nice. Hmmm.

Whatever. I won't die if doesn't happen. I'll be as happy as I am now. But, I wouldn't complain either.

Anyway--

I'm pretty sure today was the hardest day of the semester. I'm so glad it's over. I'm going to bed EARLY tonight.

Yay.

I'm done.

SAC

Workshop paper=14 pages at present time... ANNND. I'm not done. Why is it that I write so much? My goal is to be under 20. Can it please be under 20? I would rather not have Mejia tell me for the 29437928347234 time that I've gone over limit too much.

I'm sorry.

I'm embarrassed to even be thinking about doing this.

Maybe it's what I need to do though.

Goodness.

10 pages of my Workshop paper done! Thanks to word wars with Hannah. I have a TON of editing to do, and definitely so more actual writing to do, but I'm so glad that I have this much done, so that when I get back to it, which will likely not be for a couple of days considering how much I have to do, I won't have to start from scratch. That would suck. I'm not so sure I'm a huge fan of the story--which I suppose is where editing can come in. At this point I don't want to start over just because I really don't have time, so I'm going to try and make it go in a direction I like more so than I do now. Hopefully I'll actually like the final project.

I also wrote my Stand By Me paper for Gender, which was terribly fun to write. I hope I get an A on it like I did on my sponge paper. That would make my life.

So tomorrow is going to hellaciously long. With going non-stop from 9-6, and then the amount of homework I've got tomorrow night, I imagine that I might want to die--but I'll be all right.

I just need to tell myself that if I can get though this week without a severe mental breakdown then I am truly made of awesome.

I got this. Right? Right.

Anyway, I should work on my Spanish workbook for a while so that I don't have to do ALL of it on Tuesday night.

Night then.

SAC