This week was not very fun. I had three midterms. The first two were pretty easy. The third one was medium-hard. I actually got decent sleep because I had been preparing the week before. Still, it was pretty stressful and annoying. On top of that, I'm trying to figure out my plans for next quarter, which kind of involves figuring out my 5-year plan. Who ever thought I'd be the kind of girl with a 5-year plan? Not me for sure. I'm supposed to be the spontaneous one. But I guess the worrier side of me took over. I guess that side is stronger. I definitely learned that one from my mom. Who definitely learned it from her mom. I hope I don't pass it on to my girl! It's such a burden. I hope this is the plan I stick to. For once, I feel it's right. It's fitting, what I've always wanted to do deep down but for some reason got lost along the way. Well after my last midterm I thought I'd be able to celebrate freedom, but I got an essay back with a not so stellar grade, putting me in a super crappy mood. At least when I went to class, I got to talk to this cute guy I'd been eyeing. A little later it was time for kyrie. Father Eugene came today. Everyone I talked to loved him so much and enjoyed his talk so much. It made me so happy. Seeing him made me so happy. When he mentioned something about my dad, nothing big at all, for some reason, I started tearing up. I really don't know why. I think it's just been an emotional week overall. I'm excited to go home this weekend though. I can't wait to see my family. I missed them especially this week. And in between all this jumble I came to a certain realization, I guess that's one part of my week I have to keep to myself.
This entry probably makes even less sense then the usual garbage I produce.
