Stop the World, I want to get off.

What is the world coming to where I can't even take fifteen minutes in the morning to go get a bagel before six hours of class and the resulting Mt. Saint Homework without feeling like I've defiled a moral standard? I'm a responsible kid, I promise! No, I wasn't procrastinating, I swear!

Rocking such a crazy schedule right now, I know it's good for me to rest for a while--hell, my major is based off the idea-- but when you feel bad taking time off because you know it just aggregates the work you already have then you can't enjoy a thing.

I'm living to work.

When I realize I haven't had time for a shower and need to schedule one, just pencil it in, because I haven't done so in a while. It's a little pathetic. Not to mention the fact that eating something other than a handful of carrots and a pack of Gushers on the run is a luxury.
Cleaning the apartment? It's on the back burner over in left field.
It's gotten so bad, in fact, the insects and spiders who have invaded it are waging war over the territory.

Whatever these things are. They're winning.

Seriously. Those THINGS, which happen to be as long as an inch and as wide as three to four inches, have occupied the bathroom since about last week and I won't kill them, but I keep trying to politely thow them out the window to their deaths that I wouldn't cause.
I'm a humanitarian.

We're at the point where I am wigged out to be in the bathroom alone, feeling something fuzzy and wriggling over my foot when I'm not looking. I can't even sit on the toilet in peace without first checking around it and under the heater for them. When I'm satisfied none of them are going to come out and bite me (Not Joking. They have fangs) I check again to be super double absolutely sure.
My bathroom breaks have turned into mini-episodes of Fear Factor.
Sorry. I disgress.

My point is, seeing how I need to sum up and get to class, is that college has created a time of nega-fun. Not only do I feel bad when I'm not working, but the times that should be fun are no longer so for the amount of my workload bearing on the back of my brain. But it's all apart of growing up, right? Learning who you are and that you don't get summer breaks or weekends anymore.

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