Oh how I wish I could pack my bags and go on a nice, long vacation. Preferably some place warm, where the drinks are served with umbrellas in them. I would read books under a palm tree on the beach and occasionally go for a swim… Yea okay, not really. I’m scared to death of sharks. But the rest I would definitely do!

Alas, I have to stay in this weird-weathered country. Honestly, if I had to describe the weather in this country in one word, it would be bipolar. I’ve been going “It’s raining! No, suns out! Ooh, rainbow. HAIL?! Oh rain again. No, SUN!” all day long (and it’s not even 2pm). Not that I’ll be going anywhere, I have to sit my fanny down and study. And studying is turning out to be a sssllllooooww progress. I’ve missed so much classes due to being sick, being hospitalized, etc.,etc. that I’m having a tough time getting through the material. It doesn’t help that every chapter has like 8 different models for coping/learning/attribution changes in them, and I can’t for the life of me spot the differences between them. Then I’ll think to myself “They’ve probably covered this in class” and bang my head against my desk. Really, if I’d go slower I would probably be moving backwards. YARGH.

I’m having a self-pity day, can you tell?

I so want to go back to the old days.