With tired eyes, tired minds, tired souls

Two weeks of university have come and gone. I don’t quite know what to think. At this rate, I’ll be alright. Heck, I’ll always be alright, who am I kidding. I’m not behind yet; I’m going to spend the next few days working on my proposal and working ahead. I already took a peek at next week’s stuff for one of my subjects. It’s looking good so far.

And work? Work is fantastic. I get irritated every now and then when I’m working on something that does my head in – which isn’t all the time. And I still haven’t finished my jigsaw puzzle, which is sitting in the kitchen at work. Work is like my second home now. In the mornings, I find that sometimes I skip breakfast because I’m in a rush. The other day I drank soup at my desk. Luckily, it was beautifully raining, so it was very fitting. Beautifully raining and I chose to wear a different, real leather pair of boots too. Because of that, the rain didn’t soak all the way through my boots and to my socks. I was a happy girl that day. πŸ™‚

It’s not often I wear jeans and ankle-high heeled boots. Okay, so I hate jeans, but it was a very cold and rainy day, and somehow I think it is better to deal with rain in jeans or pants than in a skirt/dress and pantyhose/stockings.

Thursdays are getting dull for me now. Class from 6:00 until 9:00 in the evenings. I finish early sometimes, but still around 8:30. I get home around 10:00. My dad has to pick me up from the train station because it’s late and there aren’t any buses that can take me home from there. He ends up being late for work. (He works night shift.) I think that maybe I could finish up class earlier, it’s no big deal, but after July, I can’t do that anymore because pretty much all my classes finish very late.

I thought of this crazy idea to go back to work and sleep in the office because there’s a sofa and a kitchen and enough for me to just sleep on and then get up in the morning. It’s a crazy idea. I just don’t like the idea of arriving back home at 10:00 only to shower and sleep, and wake up at 6:00 just to eat, brush my teeth, and go back to where I came home from. It’s like I’m just going home to sleep, plus the ridiculous total of three hours of travelling. Yuck.

I sure like my mornings, and I don’t mind my commutes, but I don’t like my commutes. I’ve gotten addicted to Jewels Maze on my phone again. I’m trying to get three stars on every level I’ve unlocked. Just trying to do the best I can, of course.

Every Friday James and I just have this thing – we play Friday Come Five by Bob Evans in the car while he drives me home. The lyrics are fitting.

On Friday come five, it is the weekend

Well, for me it’s really six o’clock and not five o’clock, and James finishes up maybe around 5:30, but it’s still a great song to welcome in the weekend. Better than Rebecca Black’s song, too.

I’m rather tired now, I think I ought to go to sleep. I slept early quite a few nights in the week, but towards the end of the week I started sleeping later again. I’m getting very tired. I just watched a video lecture for class and I want to watch another one but I’m yawning madly. Am I turning into a workaholic? πŸ˜• I spent most of today cleaning my room and throwing out a lot of stuff just to clear up space on my desk and in my shelves. I think I did a pretty good job. I found a lot of old notes and things that I know I won’t look at again, so they went in the trash.

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