Impending Doom

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Eleven hours of freedom... and I'll probably sleep through nine of them. I've got the same feeling I had when I was 10, the night before classes started... trying so hard to squeeze every last minute of enjoyment out of my freedom, that I'm not even having all that much fun.

I just don't want to have to set the alarm and show up for class tomorrow at 9:30. I don't want new professors, more homework, new groups, new classmates... I just want to spend the next 60 years of my life on Christmas break... or better yet, summer break. Oh well, there is really nothing I can do, so I'll go to bed early and pray I wake up with some really nasty exotic illness.

Today was one of those anonymous but eventful days that make up life. I woke up and went to work in Swain East today. Problem was, the lab was closed and the phone number I call in such situations wasn't being answered. Much meaningless frustration and stress followed, and an hour and ten minutes later, I was sitting in a very quiet Swain East for the next five hours. Still, I was close to spending five hours in the library dealing with all the 'go-getters' busily printing schedules and otherwise needing assistance.

Not that this is a bad thing, and most days I'd rather work in the IC where you are busy instead of bored, but I was hesitant to work today, and only decided to knowing that I would have six hours of websurfing at $8/hr.

So, needless to say, the lab changing was enough to cause me the stress I was trying to avoid.

After work, I went to Church and had a great time. I am considering going to San Francisco over spring break on a missions trip, but I haven't decided if I want to go yet. I went to the call-out/informational meeting and didn't know anyone... which probably means I should go just to meet people, but I don't know. Street evangelism just isn't my thing.

Other than that, the day has been rather unremarkable. Carlos Beltran signed with the Mets, extinguishing my hopes that the Cubs could somehow land him. My milk froze in the fridge again... that always sucks... especially when you find out over a bowl of Crispix... and I'm listening to Pearl Jam a little too loud... so a normal day through and through... which is just what I didn't want the day before classes start.

I should probably start a countdown til I'm done at school, I'll bet its about 175 days.

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