I hate it when my conscience tells me that now is not a good time to write. True, I do have a list from here to the floor (approximately two and a half feet… in case you were wondering. It’d be much more exciting if I were Santa Claus.) of things I need to get done. But I’m going to take a short break just to say hello for a minute.

So hi! Life this past weekend was pretty swell for me. Davis and I went home and explored the massive city I was raised in and found some delicious food along the way. It was great fun seeing my family and finding new things to do that weren’t so far away from home after all. We took an architecture tour, sat on a special bench, looked at handprints, saw a Bugatti (a real live Bugatti being driven around town!), ate a cookie ice cream sandwich and just wandered for a bit (among other things). It was so nice just having time together and not worrying about homework and projects and finals looming ahead of us. We really enjoyed each other’s company and headed back to school relaxed and happy.

But that brings me back to here. Since I was gone all weekend and refused to do any work (apart from making another batch of apple crisp for my Industrial Costs and Controls (aka accounting class) project) I’m sitting here with what feels like a monster behind me and very little courage to actually turn around and face it. So much to do, so little time… It will all be better once I’m done. And I made myself a paper chain countdown until the end too, because I thought (read: know) it will make things better.

Oh man, there’s so much to talk about. Like how I’ve now sworn off Facebook because it was making me depressed. No really, it was. Up until a little over a week ago, I’d waste countless hours of my life staring at this computer screen, waiting for *gasp* a new notification or an instant message or some sign of life, of someone out there on the other end doing the same thing I was doing. And then I’d proceed to beat myself up about it. I realized it was not only a time suck, but also a substantial problem, when I really wasn’t getting anything done because of it and then feeling like crap afterward. So I cut it out of my life completely. And you know what?

I feel so. much. better.

Still not a hundred percent, but there has definitely been a substantial amount of improvement to my mood. Though I must say, my room does feel a little like a prison sometimes, but hey, I’m working on that. Baby steps.

The one thing I do miss is the social updates, like if someone got engaged or if there’s a new Internet craze going on. People are a lot less likely to email things like that these days, and I’m sad that I’m not in the loop like I was. For instance, Davis read a friend’s post on how Lady Gaga’s new CD was only $0.99 on Amazon. Not an essential piece of knowledge, but something that I would have certainly jumped on except that I didn’t find out about it. Still, I’m not sure if it’s worth what it was doing to me.

Last week I also noticed a habit I have that’s been bothering me and could be contributing to a slightly sadder Sarah. My daily (or, well, nightly) routine goes like this: class, come home and do homework, sleep, wake up, do homework, go to class. On paper, it looks pretty symmetrical, but in reality, it isn’t so awesome. Why? Because there’s a minimal amount of relaxing going on in it. This really bothers me. I want to be able to have a little bit of down time before I jump right into sleeping and then repeating, but I have issues thinking of what to do. Any suggestions?

Sorry this post was kind of a downer… I did want to share it though. Be careful with Facebook – its powers might sneak up on you! – and I’ll write again soon!


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