This is what Saturday before my week of final exams looks like:
- Wake up, drink coffee and plan for the Most Productive Day Ever
- Drink more coffee, watch Yanis Marshall choreography on YouTube and try to copy it until you realize people in the alley outside your apartment are watching
- Half-heartedly continue ploughing through chapters of Organizational Behaviour
- Embark on an almond milk quest in order to make protein pancakes because health
- Drink tea, eat pancakes while watching an episode of Mad Men because marketing
- Consume 900 calories worth of snack food
I finally started studying around 4:30 this afternoon but damn, I’m awful on the weekends. My focus is just shot to hell on Saturdays and I really should have been less lenient on myself today because I’ve got five final exams in four days. This is after I’ve already had two during the last week of classes. BCIT doesn’t fuck around.
I just keep telling myself it’s going to be okay, Future!Alex knows what she’s doing. Present!Alex can keep doing what she’s doing and Future!Alex might resent Past!Alex for always leaving dependable Future!Alex in charge of getting shit done.
Sometimes I wonder if there’s some larger issue at hand with me treating my past, present, and future selves as different people entirely.
NO MATTER! Guys, I’ve been reading Dune during my commute to and from school and I gotta say, it’s QUITE the literary adventure. I think I’mma post a book review in here when I’m done.
It sounds as though my neighbours upstairs are having a fête. I am one of those weird people who genuinely enjoy hearing their upstairs neighbours go about their business because I spend so much time alone in this apartment and knowing other people exist is kind of nice. It’s almost like we’re one big family living in a weirdly segregated house. Perhaps they wouldn’t feel the same way, though. Hahahaha.
WELL. This entry is the product of mixing two glasses of red wine with muscle relaxants because my back is apparently intensely rejecting student life. Also I suppose I’m no spring chicken anymore.
This is going to be me on Thursday, walking out of my last exam: