You know that feeling when you get out of school, you get off work, and then it’s the weekend and you feel like you can do anything in the whole wide world? Like you have time for anything and everything?
It’s been another stressful week. You can tell it’s been a stressful week by how my room resembles a disaster area. Later nights equal a bigger mess. It’s kind of like John Green’s puff level.
Shoes and things I have not unpacked from last weekend when I spent Thanksgiving at home with my family:
You know I’m stressed when the chair pile just grows and grows (and grows). It gets especially large when I have papers due. (I’m telling you, the puff!)
I’ll spare you the gory details of the mass of laundry in my closet that I’ve been putting off for days now. I (kind of) promise I’m not a (total) slob. Cleaning up after myself just has to take a backseat to uni work, well, most of the time.
Now that it’s December, I’ve been starting to think about what kind of resolutions I want to make for the coming year. I don’t usually concern myself with that kind of thing, but this year, I think it would be nice to do some sort of year-long project. So far, the only thing I’ve come up with is to blog every day for a year. That would definitely be cool, but I don’t think it’s even slightly practical. There’s not always time, or even always something to say.
I just thought of the craziest thing: a year without chocolate. Imagine the horror.