Distraction d'inspirational

Lets see.. I've been up to alot this past couple days since the key went back into the start of the engine for school. Couple of rusty chugschugs later, the engine slowly picked up and now- the second week into school, the engine's already in overdrive. Yes, overdrive. First assignment due on thursday on BB. There's a debate on wednesday next week and weekly general knowledge/news quizs. I'm rather driven to get as much reading as possible done but this is ridiculous. I come home, totally wiped-out, annoyed at the world, pissed-off with all the reckless drivers and inconsiderate 'waiting-to-become-road-kill' pedestrians that litter our presently cloudy-uber windy- chilly island I call home and expect a little kindness from the family but what do I get instead? More crankiness. Sorry if I'm this way but I need to vent. Its the stress that's coming on hard and strong and considering that our freedoms are "just not absolute", it sucks even more.

So, putting some of the crankiness aside, I shall connect the dots on why I've become thus. Friday had me back in the lab (along with the memories) and at least I'll be blogging away in future lessons for PR classes. Phew. Saturday had me back in school for legal studies where I was bored beyond belief. Not that the stuff wasn't interesting but I just prefer the tutoring. Its better and more concise. Is it so hard to just get pizza without the extras? Its all about facts, facts, FACTS! I don't need stories and crazed laughter in between when I dragged myself to school on a SATURDAY for crying out loud! Anyway, Michael came along to save the day. No matter how much I regret all those catching up sessions that I never made it to last trimester because of school, today's meeting kinda gave me little peace of mind. We'll meet up more often- I'll make time. My law tutor should use his retirement to write a law text. I'd rather pay him the $65.

As for Sundays and ballets- I'm sick and tired of ballet. Seriously. Yes, I hear your gasps but its just how I'm feeling about this right now. Ballet exam's coming up at the end of March and we've still got so much to get down pat that I'm freaking out. I've got a mock exam on the 18th of Jan that determines readiness. Blast it! The suffering is intangible. I'm just so sick of this. I'm running after my life, trying to catch up rather than holding on to it and enjoying it like I used to. If this is what university life is all about, I'm raising my kids in Canada or Australia. Not that I hadn't already decided..

By the way, I feel like I should have learnt my lesson when I chose pure history over art for O's. Instead, I make the same mistake by chosing law over ebus.. and here I thought I was chosing passion over drudgery.. oh well. Speaking of BTWs, I did NOT know the driver in the Porshe` was the law tutor till later. Stuff and bother. I'm off to get watermelon bubble tea off my white tank top. That growl you hear is not Edward Cullen, but a changed Jayasri when she has to go do more than she already has her hands full with. Grrrrr.

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