I think I understand a bit more why people usually drop out at this point in the BEDA game: they don't just get sick of writing. They also get sick of reading their own stuff and imagine that people are sick of their posts by now as well. Are you sick of me? 'Cause I'm a bit sick of me. Anyway, here goes.
I get to write another 5 to 7 page paper tonight. But I feel a smidge less like the world is ending. Which was kinda where I was last evening. Ohhhhh yeahhhh. I also have an astronomy midterm tomorrow evening. That has yet to be studied for. But if I'm going to be realistic, looking over those notes ain't gonna happen until tomorrow. I may skip art history in the afternoon to study. Tomorrow evening at six it'll all be over.
You know what's really awkward? Eating in a dining hall at a table by yourself. I wish I didn't feel awkward when I don't have anyone to get dinner with me. But I still do. I mean, why should I care? It's not like everyone is staring at me, even though I'm convinced that a lot are. Or at least give a glance my way. And okay, so they give a glance my way. So what? Why does that make me so uncomfortable? Is it because I don't want people to think I'm a loner? Because I'd like to think that I don't care if people think that when they see me sitting at an empty table with my iPod and a book. But it does bother me. I need to get over that--it's dumb.
Fingers crossed that BEDA content will pick up after tomorrow evening.