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I'm Never Gonna Fall In Love Again Today was long, warm, and windy, and I think I might be coming down with something. I get headaches a lot lately. Migraines. They make me want to throw up or lay down and die. Finals are coming way too fast and the sacred holiday of gift giving is right on their heels. I have much work to do and I don't know where to start. I feel as though I haven't done anything and am not concentrating nearly enough on my studies, but at the same time this semester does not seem to be as stressful as semesters past. I have a final on Thursday and then an essay due in that same class 'before the 18th.' My only problem with that essay is what to do it on. He's given us complete creative power with it and it only slightly needs to relate to the topic matter and the books we've read. I just don't know what to do. I'm toying with a short story, 6-8 pages, possibly tying together the 6 books and one film we've covered. That will probably prove to be a monumental task though, considering I have three finals to study for and three times as much work to go to. In between all of that I have to find time to go X-mas shopping. My mom and I had this conversation about not buying gifts, but it's too late because we've both started buying. I'm an atheist in love with tradition... But I seem to be less attatched as I grow older. I don't know if I can totally blame A&B for sucking my soul or if it's just me growing older and losing interest in the things that once excited me as a kid. It's probably the latter. Two coyotes ran in front of my car when I was on the highway on Sunday. I almost hit one and it looked right at me. I think if I believed in spirit animals and spirit guides like the First Nations do (or did, I don't know how many people still believe in it) mine would be the coyote. The trickster! I had to decorate front cash with x-mas decorations today. I don't think I really knew how much I disliked the decorations associated with this holiday until today. They're all god associated and stuff. However, the ones the store had were blissfully nondenominational. There were snowmen and bells and lights. Oh, and a sign that said the North Pole. Scott asked me to 'bow the place up' with wrapping paper and bows so I made the door into a gift. It brought me back to the days of Juniour High where our TAs would decorate the doors to the rooms and have a contest to see who'd do the best job. My class never won. Story of my life. For once I wish I could succeed at something, and not just marginally but to an extent where it actually matters. Hm. I ran out of steam. I think I'm done writing for now! |