First for a time before and after...

Current Mood/Status: Less than good.
Currently Doing: Pre-sleep Canterbury Tales prologue
Song of the Day: From My Own True Love, The Decemberists

Post, that is--because it's been a long time since I last posted and it'll likely be a long time before I post again.

So...I've been a lot more stressed out lately, and a lot busier, and getting much less (and worse) sleep. It doesn't help that I still have to write a paper for the Young Democrats by tomorrow, or that I have a Spellbowl competition on Monday, XC sectionals Tuesday, Regionals next Saturday, the SAT this morning, about six or seven hours of Latin studying before my mid-term Monday, *or* that I happened to go home to try to nap briefly yesterday between the end of the half day at the high school and my Latin class, then slep straight through my alarm. You know, thereby waking up and seeing my alarm displaying 2:01, when class usually runs from 1:00-1:50. Good thing I was only supposed to give a thirty minute presentation that day, as opposed to, you know, not.

(My mom just told me that our cleaning lady comes next week. Guess I have to do something about the state of all of my stuff scattered around the house, too.)

Of course, that meant that I went off in search of my prof. to apologize and ended up being late to my next class, so I had to ask a question afterwards and was late to the cross bus--it was supposed to leave at exactly 3:15, when my class gets out, but Mr. Schimpf said that he could hold it for a few minutes. I got there at maybe 3:28 or so. Without running shorts (I did have my uniform, though, unlike the day of county) or socks (had the shoes, though).

ACT Oct. 22. The new SAT went relatively well (I think and hope), so maybe I'll get lucky again. Unfortunately, that leaves the other four subject tests. I don't think many people get that lucky six times in a row.

*Heavy sigh*...I feel almost emo, but I'm too tired (at 10:26) to make much of a comment on that beyond this. I think that I had other stuff about which to complain, but it's too late today. Oh, wait. That cross country meet yesterday? Well, I have this system, you see, for staying relatively lucid and clear-headed when I'm doing work or whatever: when one is cold, one tends not to be as sleepy. So I hadn't really worn anything thicker than a long-sleeve t-shirt until today, much less a sweatshirt--including yesterday, at our meet, when it was definitely cold enough that my hands hurt from the cold and shock of bouncing up and down after I was done running. I managed to get a new best time (only because I had to beat Bo's in order to stay on varsity--I didn't care in the least about beating people, so I didn't even kick in the end), but I was only not cold (definitely not warm or hot) for about the last 200 meters of the race and about twenty seconds after that. Then I started feeling it again.

Well...I don't suppose that I really want to talk about it right now, but suffice to say that I've actually been both exceedingly tired, cold, and sick recently. *Blah, blah, blah*, /rant

(Sorry, but don't offer sympathy, because it's mostly my fault, I knew it was coming (parts of it, anyways), and I didn't really write this to solicit any or get those, "omgthat's so awful how could it ever turn out that way!!!?!?1!?lolluvxoxopsfeel better*mwah*" So yes, I'm just being in a bad mood, and yeah, I can get over it whenever I want to, but I'll be fine for now, thanks.)

/rant, really.