I’ve been working on being more optimistic lately. I’ll admit, it’s hard, but I think I’m starting to see myself again. Not necessarily as wonderful as I once saw myself to be, but a little happier. The most important part, probably, is finding that time for myself. I think that definitely shows from last week’s roundup.

Last weekend I went home, got a haircut, ate good food, got a checking account (Goal #61!), watched Zombieland and Planet Terror with my mom, and slept. A lot. I didn’t get much homework done, and I don’t know, I got overwhelmed by thinking about the amount of work I have to do this week – I have two separate group projects that can only meet outside of class in certain time constraints and I’ve picked up three extra shifts at work over the next two weeks. I had a freak-out. I’m better now, and it’s still sort of scary and sad to know what I have to do, but I’ll make it.

Yesterday I had work from 7:00 a.m. to 11:00 a.m., ate lunch, went to class, and then went back to work from 1:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m. I did some homework, and then I went to see Alex and have dinner. I had group meeting #1 at 6:30, and it went well. I got back to my room and did more homework, when I got a text from Leigh. Even though I had to work in the morning, I joined her, Alex, and Dirk at the Heorot – my first time. Even though I only had one drink (and 1/4 of Alex’s), my exhaustion quickly made me into a giggly girl. I went back, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.
I woke up this morning smiling.

I thought, “I can do this.”

I thought, “Today will be a good day.”

For the most part, I’d say this has been a good day. Work went well, only had one class (fiction writing is canceled this week), and read and relaxed. I even got some homework done.  Alex and I met up, but he was feeling sick. I was disappointed since I won’t see him much this week, but I figured I’d be okay.
The thing is, I just had a compulsion not to eat dinner on campus. I am so sick of campus food. I knew I shouldn’t be spending the money, but I went down to Scotty’s Brewhouse and had a drink and ate some cheese fries. It’s quite lonely sitting at a bar without friends; I have vowed this will not happen again. I went back to my room and did some more reading (for somewhat school/pleasure), and then I hung out with Teddy after his night class for a bit. We haven’t done that in a long time. I miss that kid.

Oh well, nothing too exciting. But I’m feeling better already.