I feel so restless lately. So unproductive. I really can’t find the initiative to do anything. I’ve been getting all my work done on time, but I wait until the last minute to do it. Next year, I won’t have that option. I’ll have to stay ahead or fail.
Mom wrote me a long letter today reminding me that she and Dad will support me regardless if I get the full-ride or not. Honestly, I’m just ready for this damn test to be over. I’m so tired of studying logic games and analytical reasoning. Bah.
I went to abs class with Leah last night. It’s my third time going now, and I love it. There isn’t another feeling quite like the feeling of sore abs and accomplishment. I don’t curse the instructor under my breath as much as I used to, and I’m thinking about joining Leah and Ian’s gym. P goes there too, and it’d be nice to have some people to push me into going. I’m a big fan of peer-pressure when it comes to working out.
In other news, today is National Signing Day, also known as The Day C Goes Crazy. He has to cover all this fan-obsessed mess, and plus his book deadline is today. Poor guy. I think we’ll all be glad when this week is over.
I also hired a maid service today (God, I hate how pretentious that sounds). I didn’t want to in the least, but I need some help keeping this house in order. They’re only coming once a month, but it doesn’t make me feel any less worthless that I can’t keep up with it on my own.
