There's nothing I want to do more than skip class now, tomorrow, the rest of this quarter, forever. I'm having trouble concentrating, and I can't even get my assignments done by my extension dates, much less on time. I feel like it's last year, winter quarter, and I don't know what I want to do with my life or why I hate classes and productivity so much, except I don't hate my classes, and I do know what I want out of life. I'm just not sure if I'll be able to make it happen. I'm really feeling like the passion's all there, but the discipline never will be, and that's probably the hardest part, because when it's all about competition, it won't matter how much I want it.
Spring can be so awful.
I'd like to bum around in Europe for a summer and just figure it out. And working was good when it kept me busy, and when summer rolled around I worked and saw Connie and Sarah afterwards and decided that if I could just bring them with me to Evanston and fix my broken GPA, life would be perfect. And this is random, but I talked to Rami last night, which was more fun than it had been since senior year of high school, possibly because he didn't seem as tool-like as I'd found him in more recent years, and definitely because he stopped talking about how much he was going to sell out after graduation. He told me that I should marry a pretty pre-med Lodge boy. In a good way though, and it's always reassuring to have that good way option when you're going to cry anyway.