I know it's so off.

Hello friends.

Right now I am avoiding an Adolescent Literature paper, an African American Literature paper, a poetry anthology, an Adolescent Literature project, a Spanish composition, and lab homework. Life is good, yes?

I'm in one of those weird moods today where anything and everything makes it swing. Clark is playing his videogame while I sit here and wonder how on earth I'm supposed to accomplish all of this homework with the sound of guns and some man yelling orders. I'm already in summer mode, which means I have no respect for my homework whatsoever. I've worked on two articles for Reality Check Girl, but I haven't worked on anything that I actually need to work on. Yes, the magazine is amazingly important to me, but you know what I mean. Nikki isn't grading me on my articles. I get graded on all this other nonsense. That's what it is to me at this point. Nonsense. Horrible, I know.

I think I've started getting guilt trips from here and there about getting a job this summer. People don't understand how Clark works full time and takes online classes, yet I only go to school full time and get a summer break. I guess lots of people don't realize that I'm helping Clark with his homework as much as possible and doing the work with him to spend time with him, and I also do all that good house-wife stuff. Ya know, like clean, take care of the pets, try to stay in shape, baby Clark when he's had a bad day-- things like that. No one truly takes into account all that I do, and I think it equals out to Clark working full time. I had two jobs at one point, and I worked all last summer... so this summer I just want a break. Isn't that fair? Don't I deserve a breather before my senior year to review and try to find something I want to do. Of course, that's another problem; I can't think of anything I really want to do except write. I want to write and be paid to write. So, this summer, that's what I want to focus on. I also want to look in to internships for this coming fall/ next spring. Doesn't that sound like a plan? Maybe not as time consuming as a job, but consuming enough.

Ok, I just took a short break and went over the edits my mom sent me for the African American Lit paper and submitted it. One down, how many to go? Too many.

It's raining now. Clark and I got up and went for a walk/jog this morning, so I'm grateful. I must say I prefer the spring/summer to the fall/winter when it comes to our house. It's absolutely perfect inside and it uses up way less electricity. If it gets too hot we can open windows and run the ceiling fans and we're just fine. In the winter, however, we have to run the heat and huddle under blankets so we don't freeze to death. Which would you prefer? I've decided that I cannot live with winter anymore. I can visit winter, but I don't want to live with it. I want spring/summer year round. I'm definitely a sunshine baby... I hate when it's nasty outside and I can't be out there, ya know? I love flowers and outdoor activities and cooking out and eating on the patio and... those types of things. Not being secluded indoors because the weather's so bad you can't even drive somewhere. Nope. No more winter. After here and VA, I'm done. I just want spring/summer. It's more motivating, too. I'm much more likely to eat lighter/healthier and exercise more when the weather's nicer!

Yesterday I was on campus until 7pm, which I think is a record for this school year. In between 3:15 and 5:30 I hung out in my friend Catey's room and we watched the cast of GLEE on Oprah! It was rather exciting, as nerdy as we are. The TV series starts this coming Tuesday and I refuse to hide how excited I am about it. It's amazing that it worked out to be on Tuesday this semester, a day I have no class, and last semester it was on Wednesday, when I didn't have class. However, if it doesn't change back to Wednesday next semester it will be a bit disappointing, since I have all Tuesday/Thursday classes. No, I don't have anything else more important to talk about. Don't judge.

Well, I suppose I should work on my Adolescent Lit paper. It's supposed to be 4-6 pages long and I'm stuck on the top of page 3. Not cool at all.

Until next time.

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you!