I'm sitting in the Fish House, where I frequently spend many hours sitting at a table in the back corner, under some low lighting with my giant headphones over my ears, trying to get as much work done as possible. Sean Carey is blaring in my headphones. The soothing piano and melancholy lyrics have drawn me in. I now feel melancholy too. The power of music.
This week has been really good. I've been trying not to rush. Instead I've been trying to enjoy the little things, and manage my time wisely. I spent some time sleeping on Commons Lawn yesterday, and on Monday I went to the gym to work out. I've also managed to get in some good study time. I got A's on my first two tests of the semester. Well, this has all been working out until today.
I constantly fail at overcoming temptation. Sometimes I think I don't have an ounce of self-control. So...I felt kinda crappy all day because I'm just fed up with my lack of self-control. Plus, I was just tired today, and my test didn't go as well as I'd hoped. The day was packed full, and I was hurrying from one place to another carrying a billion things.
So, I'm just sitting here missing a friend, looking forward to October 15th when I see said friend.
And I'm tired. And tired of doing so much homework all the time. So that's why I'm writing this. Not because I have anything too profound to say, but because I'm just too tired to do anything else, although I have a million things looming in the distance that need to be done.
Tonight I just may say "no" to those things, forget about them, and enjoy my night, go to bed early and hopefully be recharged in the morning.
-C
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