You ever accidentally overheat something in the microwave and then have to wait, like, an hour for it to cool down because the thing you overheated was a greasy burrito and hot grease never gets cold again? No? Just me? Cool.
On the bright side, hey! Life update while I wait for my burrito to cool down! Whoo!
I’m doing a lot of homework and not much else. My English teacher still doesn’t seem to realize the amount of time it takes for confused twenty-somethings to write an essay. Even a rough draft. Like, you can’t finish up the thing on Tuesday and expect me to have something coherent by Thursday.
Except, I guess you can, because my little peer review group said my essay was pretty well fleshed out and only needs some minor tweaks to clarify things. I was an English major for two years and essays were kind of my thing in high school, though. Like, seriously, in high school, if we were given the option to write an essay on X topic or doing literally anything else, I chose the essay, every time.
But I’m a freak and the average person needs more time for these kind of things!
Speaking of my major, I finally made an appointment with my counselor to officially change it to nutrition (which I think is kind of hilarious right now, since I’m stuffing my face full of greasy leftover burrito, but whatever).
I’m trying to get back in the habit of doing things that aren’t school. I mean, school is good, and I’m proud of myself for actually sticking with my on campus classes (I normally drop my campus classes because of social anxiety, so taking two is kind of huge for me). But, I’m letting my whole life become school and that’s probably not so good.
I mean, call me greedy, but I would like to be a well-rounded human with multiple interests and hobbies, rather than a tunnel-visioned cave creature who only talks about this week’s reading assignment. Aim big, kids.
Also, I would like to pay someone to come to my apartment and just throw all my stuff away for me. I am struggling to rid myself of my hoarder-esque tendencies.
And finally, without getting into specifics, other students in my communications class are doing their personal collage presentations and it’s surreal. Like, I’m sitting there listening to pretty much everyone and thinking, “Oh, my gods, I just want to give you a big hug and tell you everything is okay.” But I’m also sitting there like, “I am terrified of human interaction so I will telepathically send you good thoughts and silently think you are a wonderful human being and thank you for being alive.”
I’m a little all over the place, right now. It’s cool, though.
I love you all.