I don't know about you, but i had a great weekend. Some relationships, no matter how broken you think they may be, can be mended. Some relationships never end or change, rgardless of how often you talk or hang out or who you or the other is dating or are friends with.
Good times were had by all. And new shoes were bought. That can make anything better.
Now I am back at school and I am somewhat motivated. I am motivated to work, to go to class, to learn. But not this. This stupid essay. Essays used to be the easiest, most simple, thing in the world for me. Now it's just torture. I hate the fact that I don't seem to be as good as I once was, but the truth is, the profs are just harder on you. I don't know how to step up. I shouldn't fear what was once so easy. I just want this to be done. Honestly, I'm not being a compling baby, but even a small 5 page paper seems daunting when it's on ancient roman short stories that mean absolutly nothing to me. I swear sometimes I think the profs are just pulling these lectures out of their asses and make us do all the analyzing so they have material for the next semester's class. It's a cycle. They have us do their work. It's a conspiricy theory, but hey, those are fun sometimes. ;)
