It's three in the morning and I feel oddly compelled to write. You would think with a looming ten page research paper and two newspaper articles I would be doing anything else but this.
I've not kept up this blog like I had intended to do. But what can I say other than "life gets in the way." Sounds cliche' until you realize how true it is. But now that it seems like the world came to a beautiful halt for me and then crashing down all around me it feels like the right time to rejoice/vent.
All last semester I thought I was doing so great. I was even pretty confident that I was going to pass the hardest class I have ever taken. And I did, with a C, but I passed. But I never thought my procrastination would come back to bite me in the end. I had made almost all A's on my weekly quizzes in my American Novel class. And even managed a low a on the mid-term. Who would have thought that my inability to concentrate on a paper would cause me not to finish my term paper and fail the course.
In the midst of my utter failure the most miraculous thing happened. Bear proposed. That's right, he bought a ring and I promised to spend forever with him. Now, given that this idea of forever slightly terrifies me because I have no idea how to be someone's wife, much less how to do it forever, I was pretty stoked about the idea of marrying him. And I got completely caught up in wedding stuff for about a month and a half. (I have a feel this also added to my paper procrastination.) But it's March now and we semi-sort of settled on a date. March 16, 2013! Yep, you read right folks. Two years. Two years of saving. Two years of planning. Two years of waiting. And you might be thinking that it's very smart and responsible of us to wait and you would be right. But I have never received any type of award for responsibility when it comes to my personal life. It gives us plenty of time to put back some cash, and (as it has been pointed out to me many times) plenty of time to plan. Well the thing is, I'm already bored with this planning stuff. Because until you can fork over some cash, there's not much else to it other than looking and dreaming. And well that has already gotten me into trouble once.
Well that was a lovely break from trials and tribulations, but now to get on to the world crashing around me. "How can this be?" you may ask. I know that I have a wonderful fiance' and all should be right in the world. Except, this was supposed to be my wonder senior year. Even though it is my fifth year, it was supposed to be my last. Ah, caught on to that "supposed to be" phrase did you? I found out about two weeks ago that I will in fact not be graduating this May. (I see the phrase "how can this be?" flashing in my head again.) Well if you recall that class with the wonderful grades that was destroyed by my procrastination. This class had mystical powers that I knew not of. It possessed the power to ruin my life and keep me from graduating. It was a program requirement. So, take heed let this be a lesson to anyone who dare reads this blog, DON'T SCREW IT UP IN THE END!
So I am currently on an uphill tread of this roller-coaster of a year. I'm slowing trying to figure out how I am going to make up for my colossal mistake, make some slightly concrete plans for the next phase of my life, and still trying to fulfill my current obligations. So any prayers or positive thoughts are very welcome. I could use all that I get.
The goals this week:
Start writing my P.A. term paper
Finish both muse articles
Finish getting promotions out for UMS program
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