Happy Holidays!

Yes! I'm home at last... well, I guess I've been home since Friday. Well, actually it took a while. I was suppose to get home on Thursday but my flight got mysteriously canceled, so that sucked a lot. So after I actually went straight back to my room and walked around Nashville then slept basically on and off, until it was 4:00 AM and I realized that I hadn't brushed my teeth yet. After that I guess I kind of slept. I'm not really sure what happened.

I think it was one of those weird nights where you have a dream and you think the dream actually happened. Like that night I think I dreamt that I signed up for a class that I completely forgot about until the end of the semester. So my GPA went down and the professor emailed me saying, 'You're a complete failure... You failed to show up to my class and now you get an F.' So of course when I got up the next morning, I started to panic. I checked my email and my grades and then I think it wasn't until 5 hours later I realized it probably didn't happen because my report card only had 4 classes. My brain obviously doesn't work after finals or ever this semester. ARG. Anyway, I finally got home on Friday, and my mom and I got a Christmas tree. Then we pimped it out and surpised my sister and dad, who had still been in Houston. It was pretty awesome. So I've been home for several days. Not really relaxed -- in fact my panic and nervousness has just manifested itself into physical symptoms, like headaches, chest pains, and stomach aches. It sucks. I hope it will end soon because it really hurts...


Ok, time to present a complete pile of mush....

This is me and Sam. We've been going out for about a bazillion years. And we made it through this year, which has been our toughest. Hooray! We be awesome in 2009.

Still Stressed!!

Ach. So back to school after Thanksgiving... GREAT.

And I'm constantly having mini panic attacks about my paper for a class. It was seriously the worst thing I have ever written because (1) the topic was obscure, (2) I can't THINK! or write, (3) I was under a lot of pressure at the time (and still am), and (4) I just couldn't get into the topic. I very much like to read about Art instead of researching about it -- my knowledge of Egypt's history isn't comprehensive enough!!! And I just keep thinking about how my professor is going to react to it -- I just imagine her shaking her head, and calling me up to express a great sense of disappointment. So until Friday (oh, dear lord), I will be having minor heart attacks and feeling the scaredy-cat chemicals shoot through my veins and arteries. It is not a good feeling. Oh no...

Everything is so strange this semester -- I never usually get so panicked about school work. But lately, I have just had a heightened sense of anxiety about everything, quizzes, tests, papers, experiments, etc.. I have too much to do but I can't concentrate. I have to turn in quality work, but all I turn in is poop. And I'm oh-so-tired. What to do...