Well, three more days of school left. Ack! I'm getting closer and closer to full-blown freakout but I'm not quite there yet. Tutoring is basically killing me.

I have an exam tomorrow, one tuesday and then a presentation on Wednesday. After that I have one paper to write, and I am ALL DONE!

It's fantastic having no exams on exam week. Absolutely fantastic.

This afternoon I have a mini frisbee tournament. Really it's just a series of scrimmages against the Gainesville ladies from 1-5 p.m. Hopefully that will go well. I could use some frisbee-related encouragement right about now. The banquet/party was super fun, but there are some bad things involved. First of all, I got wicked drunk and was crazy hungover pretty much all of yesterday. I still have a lingering headache as I write this. Most importantly, however, is that we went WAY over on our total budget for the banquet, and didn't get nearly enough money to pay for everything. As such, we are really in the red, and I'm not really sure how we're going to get it back.

Well, I should be getting ready for frisbee.

Promise.

So today I decided to dig up my old livejournal. My god is it pitiful. So much college angst.

This is my vow:
This will never become my livejournal. It cannot.

I have written 5 full pages of my final project paper for Second Language Acquisition. 3 more to go, and 12 hours left to write. Hoorah!

Things with C are better, but not great. I just don't understand how to make myself clear. I am who I am right now.

p.s. Amy got engaged this weekend. Out of control.

My first real live blog post.

So I'm not gonna lie, this feels a little bootleg to me, starting this blog before graduation. Frankly, though, I'm doing it because I'm avoiding work that I clearly should be doing, and I'm terrified to think that college will be over soon and I have no job prospects (not yet, at least) and no fucking clue what I'll be doing come August.

This week has been hell in the sense that I've made it hell for myself. I have a paper due Thursday in a class that I am no longer doing spectacularly in. I have an audioblog, a paper and blog commentary to take care of for a Spanish class in which my grade seems to be sliding downward before my very eyes. My other Spanish class, however, seems to be going rather well, in comparison.

Frisbee, as always, is busy. I enjoy every moment, but my god. I seem to find myself with frisbee people nearly every moment of my waking life, and although I love them all, it is not particularly conducive to getting work done. Take last night for example. I worked (read: played volleyball at UVS for 2 hours) and then played double disc with Carlo, Darin, Greg, Dan Reed, RSS and Glenn until we got rained out. At this point I was planning to go home to work on that paper due Thursday. However, I instead chose to go to Ale House for food with the guys and then we went to Darin's house for some Nintendo64, basketball and crossword puzzling. Ridiculous, but fun.

I can't even fathom my life without FUEL in it. This weekend, I actually cried at the prospect of not having FUEL girls with me in Korea or wherever the hell I end up. I am terrified at the possibility of never finding a set of people I get along with so well and loving as much as I love some of the girls on FUEL right now. Stacy, Alisha, BoBo, all of them are so real for me, and I am literally anxiety ridden about not having FUEL to occupy such a large part of my life.

Lame, right?

That's all for now.