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I've finally found a second or two in my day that I can give, everyday, to the internet. A section of my soul, really. In the morning, I like to be ready early - whether that be to organize, chow down some cereal, or read a book. SO, I shall continue to do this, but add in my lovely addiction in as well.

I've found that numerous 5-min FB checks add up to way more time than I originally estimated. Also, I've come to realize the time consuming nature of iTunes browsing, and song sharing. FB and iTunes are an irresistible vortex of time wasting.

Hopefully, through am-internet surfing, I can reduce my pm-net time, therefore increasing my net study time. Oh dear, that sound's like an equation.

Anywho. The beginning of my week was rough. Really bad, actually. Monday came with a double-wammy of a Biology lecture+lab, and left my mind swarming in terms and concepts that you can't even pronounce. After a lab that was overwhelmingly difficult, I felt exhausted and overwhelmed. I had never given so much thought about switching my major until that day. It was awful - the pride of working so hard to get here, and the feelings of being so excited to finally make it were utterly lost in the face a single frustrating day. At the end of the night, I decided to keep at it, seeing how I am still in the very beginning of things. I went to bed, after lots of prayer, motivated and full of heart to keep going, but realizing after a few hours, that it was going to be one of those sleep-less nights. For whatever reason, I couldn't catch a single z for much wanted snooze time. With a class at eight, my frustration only grew as I tossed and turned all night. I must have drifted off to sleep sometime, because in the midst of my usual 'flailing' routine, I slept right until 830. Yup, I was late. For those of you who know me, or my mother, being late is one of the biggest of our pet peeves. It's right up there with getting lost - on a good day, when we can take it in stride, it results in yelling, horn honking, and hysterical laughing. But on bad days, it's just tears, frustration, and anger. To me, it's completely unacceptable: I am admitted into a program that takes great pride in their students, and holds their eduction at a standard of high excellence. To be late is to be no better than the students who boasted an all-nighter pulling pranks, then rushed off to class, 1/2 hour late, with blood shot eyes and unbrushed teeth. (Ok, maybe it's not that bad. But I did take it pretty seriously.)

But I made it through. A tiny blessing in disguise was that it was only a Healthy Lifestyle course, where all you needed to know is that exercise is good for your health. A monkey could pass it, honestly. But still. I was late for my first quiz, but managed to squeeze that in before the end of class.

I get it - poopy stuff happens. But when you are already feeling a tad low, it's not helpful. This morning however, its a new day. And fabulous thus far. Cinnamon raisin bagels are my new friends, along with french-pressed coffee and multi berry yogurt. So I am taking it on with a honest grin, (oh dear, how cheesy!) and looking forward to every moment.

Peaaaaaace out.

D.