I can't look at my bed.

I want a larger bed. Not to sleep in because, silly me, who sleeps anymore??? I don't know if you know this or not, but my homework and research needs a place to sleep and rest too. After giving this some thought, I feel that I have been blogging so much lately because of my minimal human interaction. I'm busy. Family is busy. Friends are busy. Everyone is busy. No big deal. I go from dawn to past dusk and yes I see and speak with actual eating, drinking, sleeping, breathing human beings...but I...'I' don't actually speak. Lack of time for this increases my silliness of words when I do open my mouth and words come out. I feel kind of like someone has a vue do doll for me controlling what I do or say. (This is also the girl who still hoenstly thinking The Truman Show is real). Today in one of my classes I had to teach a short lesson out of the book and I honestly couldn't tell you what I said, I mean literally...not a word-something about shampoo...maybe, or was that a bad dream? I hope I got through. My French paper will be interesting that I'm working on right now. It's like running a marathon, I have to save my energy for certain legs, you know?



I did the math: 15 hours of class
19 hours of work
15 hours of rehearsal = 45 hours of thinking/week
15 hours of studying per week after above things = more thinking.
42 hours of sleep per week sun - sat (guessing) = hahahahahahahaha


I wish I were in high school again and my mom could call me in 'sick' so I could have a me day with Gilmore Girls and soup. I love what I do and I can do it, it's just been one of those weeks so far and it's ooooonly Tuesday.


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