Hesitant, Hopeful

It's 1 a.m. and I am absolutely exhausted.  I'm writing because it's been a while; I've been really busy lately.  I've said a few times that I'm going to California for spring break, my aunt and I leave Friday morning, and I've been trying to get everything that needs doing done before then.  This is not as easy as it sounds, so much so in fact that the one thing I've run out of time for is getting groceries for Matt.  Poor guy is going to have to do his own grocery shopping while I'm away.  He asked me to make him a list, hopefully I'll have time.

I have a comparative lit mid-term tomorrow night and I'm sufficiently nervous about it.  She sent us some example questions, which are supposed to make you feel more at ease about what's coming, and help prepare, but all they did is make me feel nauseous and worried.  I've been preparing over The Lais of Marie de France and I need to re-read it or at least skim and update my notes, but I don't think I'll have time.  Hopefully what I know will be enough.  I do know that when it comes time, I'll sit down and write what I know and do the best I can, but I have a lot of fear about it.  My prof told us to bring at least two blue books, which is making me feel very anxious.  Two blue books for one question.   Three hours is all we have to write, so hopefully I'll be able to organize my thoughts enough to write a cohesive, informative essay.  I can tell you this, I'll be glad when it's done and I don't have to worry about it anymore... of course then I'll worry about how I did.

Tonight, I had American lit which is always a fun class.  I had a short response paper due, which I got done last night, and it seemed to stand up against what my classmates were doing.  The day the papers are due we go around and discuss them, which tonight took almost the whole 3 hours for eight papers.  It was a good discussion and we're onto the next book, Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls, which I might take to California with me because I need to have most of it read by the Wednesday after spring break.  Okay, it's a lie, I probably won't take it, I'll take a book I want to read for enjoyment and enjoy reading it!  I'll read Hemingway when I get home.

To compound the busyness, my sleep is all out of whack.  A few nights ago, I didn't get to sleep until almost 6 a.m. and got up at 2 p.m. and then last night I got to sleep at 4 a.m. and got up at 12:30 p.m..  This is a problem for a lot of reasons.  With my impending trip, I have to be up at 3 a.m. on Friday morning, so I can leave by 4:15 a.m. to be in Springtown in time for Matt to get back here by 9 a.m. for a statistics quiz because his prof's a freaking tyrant and won't let him make it up.  She things he's BSing her because it's the last day before spring break.  GRRR.  Anyway, if I'm going to get any sleep at all, I'm going to have to be in bed shortly after my mid-term, about 9:30 p.m. and even then I'll only get like five and a half hours sleep.  With my sleep the way it is right now, there's no way I'll be able to go to sleep at 9:30 p.m.  I guess I'm going to have to try, else my trip is going to be miserable.

Okay, so now that I've bitched a bit about everything I have going on, I need to run.  It's getting late and if I have any hope of being up in time to study for my mid-term, I need to get to bed.  This is the last post before I head out to the west coast, but I'll try to update when I get there.  Good night!