Oh- hello.

I was enjoying my break so much.
My break from school.
From work.
From blogging.
From getting dressed.
From getting ready, period.

"Flames to dust, lovers to friends. Why do all good things come to an end?"

So.
I have a rough week ahead.
Papers, tests, more papers. Studying. A little extra credit on the side perhaps.

I am currently enrolled in three classes. 11 credits to be precise.
Next semester? 16 credits. 6 classes.

Lord have mercy.

I am so blessed! I am very glad that I am able to learn. I am very glad that I am able to work, to provide for myself. [Somewhat.]

I am very glad that I was able to meet the Backstreet Boys. [Is it just pathetic that I have begun to include in my prayers, "Please bless that one day I will marry Alex Mclean."?]

So the plan is.. for the next two weeks:
Don't skip class at all.
Work lots and lots.
Run nearly every day.
Work very very hard and long days, and when the two weeks are over...

Sleep
Don't get ready.
I like this cycle.

Why oh why are my goals always always the same? Ha, every week. It's probably because I am not accomplishing them.

This post is entirely for me.
Sorry about that.
Here is a picture to send you off, if you're even here.


Oh bother. Here's the whole album.