DEATH! = phew

So, this one time I started up fall semester.

Now, I have a fairly misleading schedule. Misleading meaning if you look at the number of credits I'm taking, there's the thought of "Oh, see how much free time she's going to have?" the you look at the number and types of classes I'm taking.... Biochem, a chemistry lab, a molecular biology lab, genetics, etc.... and then you get a better idea. Then you look at the hours of real time that I'll be spending in these classes. Twenty five hours. Let's add this to working part time. Hm.... somehow this seems a little odd. Now let's add in homework, and suddenly time seems shorter, more packed. Oh well, it happens, right?

Now let's factor in some other things from the last few weeks. Like the project that I've been working on for the last three weeks. Which ended up being a part time job. At least. It resulted in very little sleep and very high levels of stress. Ew. Let's just say life decided kicking my trash sounded like a wonderful pass time. However, now that I look at it, now that this project is FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY done, the amount of time that has been made available to me has grown... yes, now I can do my homework and go to bed at a reasonable time. Maybe now I can read something for pleasure? Actually go to the gym again? Have a life? Maybe not be so stressed out that I can't eat anything? The possibilities are endless.

For example, since completing this project, I have revamped my life. And this project has been done for less than 24 hours. (we're using revamping loosely... but still)

Life and I are friends again. The end.