I'm exhausted.

I slept like a log the week I was home, albeit not starting til at least 3:30am, and going to at least 12:30pm. But it was still log-like. It's Wednesday now, I've been back since Sunday, and the past 3 nights I haven't gotten to sleep until, well, 3:30 or 4. Then I get up around 7:30. It hasn't been going well, and I missed my morning class yesterday. I feel not good.

Three more weeks here - 2 more of classes, then finals. For most people, these are the worst. This is when all the papers are due and professors start cramming in all the chapters, quizzes, and assignments they can in order to catch up to what they ambitiously put on their syllabus before the semester started. Ryan's got 3 papers due in the next week or so, and is taking the LSAT on Saturday. I don't have papers due, but the usual grind is getting....grindier (sure, it's a word). No time to rest, and if you ask me at the end of the day what I accomplished, I could give you a list, and on that list not one thing would be meaningful. Whine, whine, whine.

I'm sleep-deprived. I can also hear every last thing through these thin walls, including the conversation in the room directly above mine. Ryan's schedule and mine don't intersect too much for the next few weeks, so this is going to be one of those times we actually go a full week without seeing each other. Some of you are probably shaking your heads at how lucky we are to have even that. I can tell you though, that after a complete 24 hours of not seeing each other we start sending "I miss you" text messages back and forth. We're dorks like that.

Going to attempt going to bed early tonight.

I think I'm afraid of not doing anything. I'm finally home, sitting on my own bed with my laptop's battery slowly dying, it's 2:45 AM, and I've spent the last couple of hours checking out the links on collegehumor.com and playing Yahoo typer shark.

My dad asked me if I was serious about Ryan. I thought about birth control, how sore my breasts were (still) feeling, and what said boyfriend and I did upon waking up this morning. (Sore breasts are NOT a result of what we did this morning....pervs.....). Then I thought about how we spend maybe almost half of our nights together, how we each keep an extra toothbrush for the other, how he's the first person I call or want to be with when anything good, bad, or anything in between happens....how he helps me sort out my life, how he takes all the crap I give him and the mood swings, how he started to not listen to his IPOD around me because he knows I don't think he's listening when he probably is, how he hates Nip/Tuck but watches it with me anyway and covers his eyes when the graphic surgery scenes show up, how he has a campusfood.com account for my room in addition to the one for his, how he tickles me constantly so I'll pay attention to him, how he can't stand looking at any of my classwork, how easily he can pick me up, how much I depend on him.

Yes dad, I'm serious about Ryan.

3am....guess I won't make it to breakfast with the folks in the morning.

Tuesday was mine and Ryan's 1-year anniversary. I love you babe, thanks again for putting up with me.

So it's Thursday night. I have 1 online chapter quiz left for Business Law due tomorrow night, a quiz in Money and Banking at the asscrack of 8am tomorrow morning, and a Marketing paper that I've been working diligently on the procrastination for for quite some time. Now, that used to be due a few weeks ago if we wanted to get a draft in, see how he graded it, and get it back with comments so it could be resubmitted with editing. But I didn't do that because I waited until the night before, and it seemed too overwhelming what with all the procrastination. So, the official due date of the finished product was supposed to be tomorrow. Turns out that deadline is looser than anticipated - on Tuesday the professor said "well, if you get it in Saturday or Sunday that's fine, as long as it's before you leave for break" (everyone goes home for a week-long Thanksgiving break tomorrow), and then today, in response to someone who asked what the official deadline really was, he said "well, the original idea was to get it in before Thanksgiving break so you wouldn't have it hanging over your heads all week....(random stuff here).....but I guess if you get in the week after Thanksgiving that's no tragedy." So to make a long story short, I guess extension? I got almost 3 pages done tonight at the library. In 4 hours.

It really isn't ok to play your music that loud this time of night.

I'm stressed.

GMAT next Tuesday.

In the past week I've switched birth control (apparently in addition to everything else, my blood pressure was creeping up - which is fun especially when you're a 21 year-old female college student), became a nutrition Nazi, worked out every day except yesterday, yadayadayada yay health. Also........are you ready? Stopped. Drinking. Coffee.

I know.

Today is caffeine-free day 2, and yes I have a headache. I cut down to half a cup all last week, then all I wanted was a couple sips on Friday, then.....here we are. Did you want to know about my breasts? You did? Good - they feel just fine. The new bras are now slightly too big!

Ryan started beefcaking it at the gym as well, and he got his hair cut right after Halloween. Result? Hotness. Not that he wasn't to begin with! Note: this post will get me into trouble.

I saw Guster last night with Kristi from UCTV and her buddy Mike, and she/we actually got to interview Joe, who is the newest Guster. Picture will be posted eventually. I wore my t-shirt from the last Guster show I was at, which drew the ire of the tour manager - apparently they don't like that particular t-shirt. Oops.

Accounting exam of Doom tomorrow, Macroeconomics Problem Set of Doom due Tuesday (also 1-year anniversary!!), Accounting Paper of Doom due Wednesday, Marketing Research Paper of Doom due Friday.

GMAT, of Doom, happens either Monday or Tuesday of Thanksgiving break next week - I probably should check on what exact day that'll be.

And then, on Wednesday the 23rd, I relax, and it will be good.

Halloween party 2005: I look far more buxom here than I really am, it's the angle. Ryan's in the foreground on the left - he's a death god samurai thing.