i'm feeling a lot better. A LOT, in terms of stress and mental well-being. the effects of the medication have finally got under control, and with any luck, the posts will stop being so crazy and morbid...right about now.
thank you for sticking with me, but i'm done now.

what i love about september, and being a fourth-level university student? the unbelievable immediacy of the workload. i'm a big geek in that i like to get all the projects i can out of the way early, so that i don't have to worry about them when exams and such are waiting around the corner. but holy crap on a stick is this a little nutty. i haven't tried to pull of a full course load while working 20 hours a week before and having a bit of a social life (which, i think, by the end of the year will equal bee falling asleep on her boyfriend's couch). this week i handed in 5 poems for a workshop. next wednesday i have a 4,000 word short story due and a 4-5 page essay. on oct 3, i have a psych exam, and then on the 10th i have a 10-12 minute oral poetry presentation.

and i'm a big geek in that i like to get a's, so i'm lamenting all the time-management courses i didn't take.

i'm set, though. i've got a muse in the form of a 15-pound, grey and white cat who likes to sleep on my desk while i write; i've got an apartment that desperately needs cleaning if i get distracted (one more reason why i'm not allowed to get 'down' during the school year - i'm turning into one of those people who tell themselves that dishes are for chumps); and i don't really have enough money to go out. so - school work it is!

today is also the day when HOPEFULLY my tattoo gets coloured in. i say hopefully because the first time we went there, the artist was 2 1/2 hours late; the second time we went she canceled on us (for a valid reason); and so....third time's a charm. i can feel it. on that note, i have got to put myself in the shower because i am under strict instructions not to be late for my ride.

ciao, bellas.

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