Talk, Talking A Lot, But It's Still Talk

There have been no dramatic, life-changing experiences in the past couple months that would make this entry even remotely interesting.  Just a relentless tide of work.  I can honestly say, without exaggeration, that my life has utterly narrowed to schoolwork; I rarely go out anymore, just study for the tests, write the papers, do the reading, and finish all the miscellaneous homework that keeps coming, day after day, without a break or even a lightening of the load.  It's a lot like being on a hamster wheel that spins on its own, and all you can do is keep running or risk falling behind and spinning out of control from there.  In a word, demoralizing.  My mom assures me that this is life.  It kind of makes me wonder what the great shakes about living is.

That sounded sort of suicidal.  I'm not.  I am, however, depressed.  And sleep-deprived.  With a lot of stress comes, for me, a lot of other crap, although it's a lot better now than it was.  There were times in mid-January to mid-February that, when I wasn't working, I was lying on my bed in a daze, too tired to do anything but too anxious to sleep more than a few hours a night.  But even that had a weird positive effect: I flirted with bulimia in January, but I eventually got too apathetic to throw up.  Anyway, by the middle of February I got fed up with all of that and started working out regularly, which has both made me feel better and helped me sleep.  So now I'm about back to normal, and the fact that it's getting warmer is only improving my mood.

Actually, it's giving me weird surges of energy.  I stayed up all night Friday, but not because I couldn't go to sleep - I just didn't want to.  I finished the substantial load of assignments that I had planned to spread out over this weekend in time to watch the sun come up, and then decided it was pointless to go to sleep and screw up my cycle - and anyway, I wasn't tired at all.  I felt like I'd just slept for ten hours.  So I did my laundry, worked out, showered, and went out to lunch with one of my friends.

And got a navel piercing.  I think that deserves its own line.

I got home around five, read (a non-school related book!) for a while, called my mom (by no means did I tell her about the piercing), and around six decided to take a nap, since it was getting kind of difficult to concentrate.  As soon as I laid down I was out like a light and slept straight through until eight (uh, nine - Daylight Savings Time and all that) this morning.  So that was interesting, and I guess kind of a college milestone even though I technically didn't have to do it.