Where does the time go?

So, I had every intention of working on my writing skills each week, to practice creativity and whatnot. Well, we all know the saying, "the road to hell is paved with good intentions." And apparently, that's where I'm headed. Good gracious, one would think that writing down their thoughts wouldn't be such a pain in the tukus, but then again, I'm not like normal people.

I am working my (HOPEFULLY) last scheduled grave shift. What that means is, I get normal hours, where I am awake during normal times and don't turn into a zombie. Sadly, for co-workers, they are still going to continue this shift of doom. Sorry guys, but I can't help with that one, I've been pushing to get off this shift since the very beginning. So suck it.

The second week of my second to last fall semester is done, and I'm crazy busy already. I'm only taking 4 classes, but each one has a special amount of time consuming crap to work out, so I've tried to cut my work week into 3 days. It would make more sense to work harder in one area or the other, but laziness prevails and I'm all about the easiest way possible, so 3 days it is.

Two of my classes have forced me out of my comfort zone, and while I love libraries, I like to be free to wander them. Instead, I'm in rigidly structured classes and have to follow rules to do exactly what they need from me. It's kind of annoying actually, but I suppose that which doesn't kill me will make me somewhat stronger. Or something like that.

So, again, I'm going to try to make this damn thing useful to me, but if it doesn't happen, I shall move on again and try try again. Or, I'll go crazy and end up in the loony bin. I'm okay with either.

So, it's off to drink my Diet Coke, knit and study, because I have k.d.d. and can't focus on jack.