The cumulation of the past three weeks finally decided to crash down on me today and I found myself sleeping for a "nap" that lasted longer than most. Actually, it's amazing I'm awake now, but with an assignment due tomorrow (that I haven't started yet!), it's kind of hard to rest easy.

Nothing really special happened today. I went to work, went to classes, went to the library, and it was the same ol' routine all over again. Though the blisters on my feet are quite annoying because within every step I experience a slight burst of pain before I remember to let it easy on my steps.

A week ago I got a job at the dining hall and since then time has been a little wonky. It goes fast and slow at the same time. I don't remember feeling this tired and fed up last year, but I guess the magic of being in a university is slowly beginning to wear off. As a freshman, not only did I not have a job, but everywhere I went there was a new sight, some new place I had never been before. Even living away from my family was something specutacular. While I do appreciate the slight independence of living here and having them there, it no longer has that mysteriously amazing glow to it. College life is just that: college life. My days are filled with books, flipping burgers at work, course readings, and sleep deprivations. I've never done half of those things before (mostly the "work" part), but there's nothing special about it; it's become my life. This is a starking contrast to last year where I had to pinch myself every waking moment and say, "Gee, I'm really in college! I'm really living in my own apartment!"

And now, it's just meh...

I'm not implying that I'm sick and tired of the life I have going here. We all know how much I missed this over the summer. At home I was so restless, I felt as though I had all this energy and all this potential, but all I did was waste it at home by being online or watching crime shows on television. Now, I'm actually doing all the adult-like things I dreamed of doing when in high school, when I couldn't do it because I couldn't drive, or was too terrified to try. It's just after a week of school, a week of reading, a week of work, I'm no longer amazed by it. It's all so ordinary--not boring, just ordinary.

Of course, if I were to magically travel through time via some wormhole and visit high school freshman self to tell her that in four years she'd be living in San Diego and grilling burgers as a day job while attending classes, I'm sure she would never believe me.

Anyway, other than that, I learned a bit of html during class today and I was looking forward to using it on xanga, but now that I'm actually here (after enduring a day of classes and four hours of making burgers), my aching feet are reminders of how tired and sleepy I am. html can wait one more day.

Since returning to San Diego, I've just felt constantly tired. There are more things to do every single day but no spare energy to sit down and write.

I think of people I won't see for a while, those I'll never see again, and the few who I want to run into unexpectedly but deep down I know it won't happen. There are many things happening. I don't have time for them all. I don't have the energy.

I wish I did though.

 

 

The cumulation of the past three weeks finally decided to crash down on me today and I found myself sleeping for a "nap" that lasted longer than most. Actually, it's amazing I'm awake now, but with an assignment due tomorrow (that I haven't started yet!), it's kind of hard to rest easy.

Nothing really special happened today. I went to work, went to classes, went to the library, and it was the same ol' routine all over again. Though the blisters on my feet are quite annoying because within every step I experience a slight burst of pain before I remember to let it easy on my steps.

A week ago I got a job at the dining hall and since then time has been a little wonky. It goes fast and slow at the same time. I don't remember feeling this tired and fed up last year, but I guess the magic of being in a university is slowly beginning to wear off. As a freshman, not only did I not have a job, but everywhere I went there was a new sight, some new place I had never been before. Even living away from my family was something specutacular. While I do appreciate the slight independence of living here and having them there, it no longer has that mysteriously amazing glow to it. College life is just that: college life. My days are filled with books, flipping burgers at work, course readings, and sleep deprivations. I've never done half of those things before (mostly the "work" part), but there's nothing special about it; it's become my life. This is a starking contrast to last year where I had to pinch myself every waking moment and say, "Gee, I'm really in college! I'm really living in my own apartment!"

And now, it's just meh...

I'm not implying that I'm sick and tired of the life I have going here. We all know how much I missed this over the summer. At home I was so restless, I felt as though I had all this energy and all this potential, but all I did was waste it at home by being online or watching crime shows on television. Now, I'm actually doing all the adult-like things I dreamed of doing when in high school, when I couldn't do it because I couldn't drive, or was too terrified to try. It's just after a week of school, a week of reading, a week of work, I'm no longer amazed by it. It's all so ordinary--not boring, just ordinary.

Of course, if I were to magically travel through time via some wormhole and visit high school freshman self to tell her that in four years she'd be living in San Diego and grilling burgers as a day job while attending classes, I'm sure she would never believe me.

Anyway, other than that, I learned a bit of html during class today and I was looking forward to using it on xanga, but now that I'm actually here (after enduring a day of classes and four hours of making burgers), my aching feet are reminders of how tired and sleepy I am. html can wait one more day.

Since returning to San Diego, I've just felt constantly tired. There are more things to do every single day but no spare energy to sit down and write.

I think of people I won't see for a while, those I'll never see again, and the few who I want to run into unexpectedly but deep down I know it won't happen. There are many things happening. I don't have time for them all. I don't have the energy.

I wish I did though.