I'm doing a tad better now, but not entirely. Why I chose to take on a million things this semester is beyond me, but the funny thing is I'm actually having a really good time at school. My academics are going to shit but my social life is picking up. I don't know whether that is a good or bad thing. In general I'm enjoying myself but it's times like these, the Sunday night before a hellish week ahead including two midterms I haven't studied for and an assignment due that I know I'm borderline going to fail...I feel like I'm going to cry. Then again I have poster parties, pot-luck dinner, intramural soccer practice and game, Rainfest, which is a night of water intramurals - how fun does that sound? And then there's the other errands - taking my car in for a tune-up, going to the doctor, work, staff meeting on Fri, gym 4 times a week. Can you see why I don't study? Or write in my diary anymore, for that matter. Oh, I knew I was forgetting something big - in one of my ambitious moments I decided to run in council elections in March, which I haven't even started thinking about. This is on top of taking 5 courses this term...

And I think I'm giving up on soccer boy - already, yes, I know. I can just sense there is no point to it, considering he hardly gives me the time of day. So, moving along.

I'm so depressed about that, actually, because I hardly like guys. I really don't, me having a genuine crush on someone is very rare, and the fact I actually liked him was making me so, so happy. But I can see that it isn't going to go anywhere, for a million reasons. I don't feel like typing it all out.

I don't feel like thinking, but I have to. I don't feel like writing, so I guess I can stop now.


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