One Down, One To Go

I just finished writing my five page philosophy paper in just under 6 hours after procrastinating it the entire weekend. You're a towel! I'm very happy it's done, but now all my focus goes onto the harder of the two assignment I have this week, a group presentation.

I hate public speaking! I don't think anyone ever says, "Yes, I got chosen to speak in from of 50 other people this week, I'm really excited." That's just not how it works. I'm still stressed out, but knowing that I've gotten through half the battle (the paper) I'm very confident that Wednesday will pass by without a hiccup and my life will continue on as it has been since 1988.

I wish this stupid meteor shower would start, so I could just go to sleep already. I have to be up at nine tomorrow morning and it's already three in the morning. Tomorrow's going to be an awesome day, I can feel it. I've got 10 more minutes left in me, but that's it.

Almost There

I'm so close to finishing my first semester at UNF (with good grades) and the stress, pressure, work, and overall experience of being on my own and having to do everything for myself is finally starting to catch up with me. The first three months went by rather smooth with easy assignments and enough cash to play golf each of the first four weeks. But now that I have run out of YMCA money and am living solely of my parents at the moment, money is tight and I feel stupid for spending so much in my first month up here. I'm hungry most of the time because I'm living off frosted flakes and salads, and I can't do any fun activities without feeling guilty for spending my food and gas money on anything but those things. I have a five page paper due Tuesday, a presentation due Wednesday, and I've barely started either one of them. The next three days are crunch time and it sucks, but I guess that's life.

I can't wait to go home and have some homemade meat loaf, spaghetti, ride a bike, and just lay down and take a nap on the couch with bundles, and not have to worry about Cody nipping at my ankles or barking at me for no reason.