Today was a typical Tuesday. Because of my ultra-super senior schedule, my Fridays come on Thursdays and my Mondays come on Tuesdays. Today was a long day. I work from eight to ten in the morning and then have class from 10am all the way through to 5pm. That is like a full days work. I called my mom to complain about my long schedule and she proceeded to tell me how she worked from 7:30am to 6pm. Plus, she does that every day. I tried to imagine that school work is somehow harder, but it seems like she is just plain working harder than me and I am lazy.
I can't believe that this is already like the fourth week of school. I have still managed to avoid any real work. Sure I have turned in homework and whatnot, but nothing life threatening. I was just plotting out my midterm exams for the semester and realized that my next one comes next week already. That is not a good sign. I should get down to busy this weekend and study a little.
But I really don't feel like it. I took off on a bike ride last night after class. Fifteen miles through the countryside. It was a little cool and rainy today, but I would like to get out and exercise again. In times of loneliness, it is nice to remember how much fun one can have alone. I have lots of hobbies. Why do I need friends?
Actually, I have great friends, though. I talked to Merry in Arizona this week. She is having a great time with her boyfriend, her classes, and her teaching. She sounds like a happy little grad student. Liza has not started classes in Minnesota yet, but she and Seth are getting along great. It almost makes me depressed to know that all of my close friends, plus my brother, have great jobs, significant others, lives, etc, but it is also nice to know that they care about me.
I think that I am almost through this Brica thing. It doesn't hurt as much as it did. I still really don't understand why she did it. I was thinking of calling her today to talk some more, but it is probably better that I don't. Sometimes I wonder how other people make it through stuff like this. I can't imagine a person losing a spouse after forty years of marriage or something. Brica and I were only together for two years and even then I became dependent on her. Hmm...
Things are all right, though. Gene and I put the hammocks up in our apartment. Now we can study (watch TV) in style. I heard that another of my sea mail packages arrived from Japan today. I am signing up for interviews for work and whatnot. Life goes on...