I started reading through some of my old blogs earlier this week. It made me wish I was still blogging as often as I did back then, as it serves as quite a history lesson, though rather embarrassing at times (Tangent: Circa early 2009, references to the now-bf begin showing up more frequently, paired with questions from a confused girl who likes spending time with said boy). Not that I ever wrote in the most polished or beautiful manner, but I also wonder if my writing has been stifled from numerous lab reports, concise papers, and neglect. But alas.
It makes you snicker a bit to read these entries from a wide-eyed me wondering what it's like to be 19, or 20, or to have my own apartment, or to pay my own bills. Written when I was just switching majors and debating leading a small group, so unaware that three years later I'd be...well, here. I guess the same will be the case in another three years later when I look at my current questions about leaving the Yellow House, what it'll be like with D out of class, or making a new home in Sacramento. Yes, Sacramento.
Speaking of, I am once again reminded how much I dislike limbo states. I ideally won't move to Sac till August, yet part of me wants to start packing things away in boxes. I must also remind myself how dangerous packing is for me: once I start, I don't like to stop and I end up finishing all the packing in two days. Uh, yeah, especially during finals week.
Yesterday I woke up and didn't want to get out of bed, and by the time the night ended, I wondered why it wasn't Wednesday already. And today was slow-paced and I'm tired and don't want to do work. And my next two days are pretty dang booked. My crankiness and lack of motivation might be because I'm sleep deprived. Actually, there's a good chance it is, and I'm just haven't realized how important sleep is to my life. Something about sleep = rest = physical energy (I also recently relearnd that food = energy).
So maybe tonight, this time, I'll go to sleep and figure everything else out later.
(Crossing fingers that productivity kicks in tomorrow. Or Saturday at latest).
It makes you snicker a bit to read these entries from a wide-eyed me wondering what it's like to be 19, or 20, or to have my own apartment, or to pay my own bills. Written when I was just switching majors and debating leading a small group, so unaware that three years later I'd be...well, here. I guess the same will be the case in another three years later when I look at my current questions about leaving the Yellow House, what it'll be like with D out of class, or making a new home in Sacramento. Yes, Sacramento.
Speaking of, I am once again reminded how much I dislike limbo states. I ideally won't move to Sac till August, yet part of me wants to start packing things away in boxes. I must also remind myself how dangerous packing is for me: once I start, I don't like to stop and I end up finishing all the packing in two days. Uh, yeah, especially during finals week.
Yesterday I woke up and didn't want to get out of bed, and by the time the night ended, I wondered why it wasn't Wednesday already. And today was slow-paced and I'm tired and don't want to do work. And my next two days are pretty dang booked. My crankiness and lack of motivation might be because I'm sleep deprived. Actually, there's a good chance it is, and I'm just haven't realized how important sleep is to my life. Something about sleep = rest = physical energy (I also recently relearnd that food = energy).
So maybe tonight, this time, I'll go to sleep and figure everything else out later.
(Crossing fingers that productivity kicks in tomorrow. Or Saturday at latest).
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