Sigh.

I tried my best, I thought I got a great head start, tried to work steady, I wore TJ's hard hat with ear muffler thingies to drown out the party music the other night, I worked from sun up to sun down today, but now I have an overdue paper. Only 2% comes off the mark for the first 24 hours, and I plan on not resting tonight until I get it handed in. But it sucks. I am so attached to being a perfect student sometimes. And I am putting a lot of pressure on myself with this school thing. Being a grad student comes with a lot of hang-ups for me. I feel like I have to do well, or my life will be ruined. I feel very critical of every thing I do in this class, and assume it's not enough. It's not that I don't enjoy the content, in fact, the content gets me all excited and confirms more and more that I know I want to do this. Maybe that's what it's about - maybe it's too perfect and, and, and...wait, this is not a journal, this is a blog! Well, it's a glorified, censored journal in one way :)

Anyway, it's true that in the end, I still have my life, whether I make it through the next three years or not. By the way, I'm pretty sure I will. Here's to Tylenol, roses in November (okay, the pic below was taken October 28), cuddly dogs, and TJ who goes for junk food runs with me at midnight.