A before bed write-up

I am giving myself two minutes to write this because I want to go to sleep. And I am not sure if it will post after I am done. Blogger is being cantankerous. Ah well.

School is going pretty well. I'm doing ok so far but it is hard to tell what that really means since we haven't had any huge assignments due yet. Every week I freak out a bit and then have a nice release feeling on Wednesday evening when I have finished most of my stuff for the week and can pretend that I shouldn't be starting on everything for the next week (or for the end-of-semester projects that loom over me like uncertain clouds.) There are a lot of those right now. Uncertain clouds that is. It works out.

And I keep on inflicting pain on myself. Not intentionally of course. But in odd ways. A wall punch here, a bra strap there, hair cutting scissors, salsa dancing.. it's good times. But it's also funny because having three older brothers I find myself taking a certain interesting sort of pride from these self-inflicted battle wounds. Like when I was little getting bruises was like getting a pat on the back from the cool girl you really want to be friends with: awesome. Bruises are still pretty cool, but scrapes and inexplicable oddnesses are the next step up - I have graduated.

That took me five.