So, the day I've been dreading for a while...the beginning of spring semester.  I'm beginning to get tired of school.  That's my fault really because it wasn't very smart of me to pick up a full time job and go to school full time also.  Perhaps I'm not so tired of school as I am..just tired.  The past break was a very welcome one.  A month away from my client, a month to relax and sleep until nine.  Haha, when nine o'clock is sleeping in, then you've definitely turned into an adult. 

With the coming of the new semester brings the new semester goals.  Of last semester I think I managed two.  And those were the easiest to do.  This semester may be a little tougher.

1. pay off at least half my debt
2. save money to move out of Palting house.  (As awesome as living rent free at home is, the idea of waking up next to Dan and not having to drive back and forth is much more awesome.)
3. Save money to go to Vegas.  It's just..about time to go.  Been there when I was twelve...time to go back.
4. Budget my time wisely.  No more dillydallying
5. Get at least B's in all my classes...(yeaaaaah)
6. Don't cut class often...*asking to not cut at all is..well...asking for a lot.
7. Make time for <3.  Even when i'm tired and bitchy, just laying in bed and talking about my day makes it all better.

I'll limit it to lucky seven.  Any more than that and I don't think I'd be able to do any.  Mostly money and school goals.  It's what's always on my mind.  Well, I just stayed up all night....for no reason.  So, since it's seven am, I think it's time to go to bed.

I totally bombed my developmental psych final.  You'd figure since I liked the topic I'd do good, right?  Nope.  Absolutely not.  My biggest concern is over tomorrow's final, Statistics.  I don't worry too much about my Thursday final.  He's not too hard.  I'm super concerned over stats cause every time I do practice problems, I never get them exactly right.  The book has an answer about 1-1.5 points off of what I have.  It's pissing me off.  Perhaps its a rounding problem.  I'm just having a difficult time with it. 

With the end of finals week, comes the end of the quarter for my job.  Christmas party on Friday for the kids.  I'm excited.  Working in a classroom setting with good people and sometimes good kids..it's really nice.  My hours get upped next quarter...more hours=more money.  More money=debt paid off faster. Debt paid off faster=moving out quicker.  I can't wait to move out.  Then I won't feel like a 22 year old adolescent.   I can be a 23 year old adult living away from home.  Whoo hoo independence and a life of ramen and mac and cheese..lol.

Christmas is around the corner...and I'm not done Christmas shopping.  I've been so concerned with classes and finals week...I just can't find the time.  Well, nor can I find the money.  Hah.

These past three weeks have been kind of a killer for me.  Spent the first week hoping that HBH would call me..they didn't, then I spent the next week all giddy and excited for anniversary day and anniversary weekend antics...:).  Then the last week, this week, was spent half lazing around and half...working.  Blargh.  What a stupid day to start school.  Thursday?  Crazy.

Anniversary weekend was nice.  I'd love to rewind my weekend and live it over again.  It was nice, relaxing.  Made me realize that I need to move out of this house.  You feel that independence.  I want to move on.  Blargh.  I wanted to see the brain exhibit at the Bishop Museum that weekend.  Perhaps next week.  I usually have very little interest in class.  Buuuut, I like museums.  I like the Acadamy of Arts.  I wish we had a better natural sciences museum. Brain exhibit sounds fun.  Sigh, I need to find something in psychology to be passionate about.  Child development, interesting.  Educational Psych, interesting.  Neuropsychology, super interesting.  No passion though.  Absolutely no passion. 

I feel terrible.  I feel dirty.  I lied.  Ugh.  Did you every feel physically sick from something stressing you out and bothering you?  It is possible. Mind body connection stuff.  Good stuff.  I don't know if my decision was correct.  I highly doubt that it is.  But, mum's supposed to be the word.  I just don't think things can be the same again.  Perceptions change.  People change.   If I have learned anything, it's best to not fake happiness.  It's best to not lie to yourself.  Lying to yourself gets you nowhere.  It's just foolish to lie yourself into happiness.  I'd rather live my life really, really, really happy instead of living some sick and dark and twisty lie because I'm comfortable.  Sigh.  I'm talking to a wall.  I have no influence, even though I wish I did.  I did wrong.  I did wrong by making a correct observation.  I did wrong by lying.  I just...feel terrible.  I hope it doesn't happen again.  I won't do it twice.

On a lighter note, how sweet was that McDreamy proposal?  I mean the rest of that conversation was like a smack in the face, but, the first part of it was sweet.  Someone that knows that you're it and they'd wait.  Very cute.  Tv not on tv makes me happy.  I thinks I will turn into that typical Filipino wife/aunt/grandmother that packs leftover food for other people to take home and forcibly make them take it.  ;) Yeah, Aaron and Will?  Hah.