Did you ever think we'd make it this far?

Last semester I never quite felt this end of term crunch as hard as I'm feeling it now.

My mood has seen quite the turn the last few weeks. Irritable, depressive, I barely come out of the hole that's become my room. I sat around with a few people in my lounge last night and someone said "Wow, I haven't seen you in almost a month, where have you been?"

Trying to save my college career, that's where I've been.

I also have the feeling this is me trying to prove something to my dad.

"Why yes, I DID get amazing grades, supported myself 90 % of the time, with little to no help from you."

Yeah, I'd really love to be able to say that.

In just a few short weeks I'll be back home and hopefully occupied most of the time with work. If I don't get many hours, I fear the need of a second job, and finding another job in Moriah where my lip piercing and tattoos don't have an effect on the employer is pretty hard to come by. Hopefully a second job will not be needed. (Summer mission: attain license and then see about a car.)

I'm really proud of myself that I've kept up my habit of working out, and plan to keep doing so. Tracking on Sparkpeople has helped me realize what exactly I'm putting in my mouth, and what should and shouldn't be going into this body. It's really rather pleasing to me that the jeans I'm wearing fit better than they ever have, and that they make me think my legs might even be sexy, at some point.

Nothing else too terribly important to mention, except that college makes me want to jump off a bridge sometimes.

Peace <3