It is St. Patrick’s Day and I am stressed out.
No, more than stressed. If there was an “I quit” button for my life, I would press it. I would no longer be a college student and, instead, sit on a sunny beach somewhere getting a sunburn, and ruing social expectations. I would RUE them. I have to finish applying for internships, schedule my life for next year (meaning my classes, but it feels like the same thing), write three papers, plan for club events with deadlines that are terrifyingly (if not impossibly) soon, finish basic research for my thesis, edit a paper for a conference, call my doctor like a big kid about changing my migraine medication (which doesn’t seem like that big of a deal but I keep putting it off), do my laundry (…should have done it two weeks ago…), and other various responsibilities that are giving me anxiety.
And what does that mean I can’t do?
Write a blog post.
Truthfully, I’m not even going to be editing this post. I’m just going to be sending it out to you raw, because that is all I have time for. But I have been abandoning this blog for so long that I need to write something.
News Update: I am doing my laundry now. HA! Suckers left both of the machines open. I took every single one of them! (But there are only two so it isn’t that douche-y of a move, promise!)
On a lighter note, I hope everyone is having a good St. Patrick’s day. The sun was out today for the first time in… I don’t know… forever? Something like that, anyway. Stay safe, have a designated driver. Don’t take glass pints into the no-glass zones! The security guards frown on that.
I didn’t do that, though, I swear 🙂
Love you all, talk to you soon, hopefully!
WAIT! I almost forgot to tell everyone the funniest part of today!
I was sitting at lunch in the cafeteria when I overhear the following conversation between two guys:
Guy #1: Teal is a type of green, Bro!
Guy #2: …
Guy #1: *walks away (loudly) singing “Love Me Like You Do” by Ellie Goulding*
Strangely, neither of them was wearing teal. They were both wearing neon green, so…
Boys are weird.