Just Another Manic Monday

I used to love that song "Manic Monday." It's such a classic. I do wish it were still Sunday because I have 2 midterms to write this evening. I did a classic college procrastination trick this weekend- clean. It started when I lived at my parent's house and I had a paper to write. I wouldn't be able to focus because my room was messy- so I would clean. Naturally, having a clean environment helps to concentrate, but it also caused me to not get any homework done. My cleaning frenzy started on Saturday and continued on Sunday. I'm pretty sure my side of the bedroom has never been so clean. The one downfall now is that I can't get the entire house clean because Adam has stuff everywhere, but it's much better than it was.

The downfall of my procrastination is that I'm now still thinking about my midterm papers, and my work stuff. This makes for my head to go crazy and me doing a little bit of everything but not getting much done and compulsive list making. Whenever I am stressed, I resort to list making. For some reason seeing everything that I need to do in one place makes me feel better, and makes me feel like I've accomplished something. So sad.

I'm starting to wonder why I thought Grad School was a good idea. I know it will help me in the future, but 2 years is sort of a long time. It's shorter than most programs which made it easier to justify, but still- it's TWO YEARS! It is going fast, I'm already half way through the first semester, so that feels pretty good. For some reason I am starting to feel tied to Minneapolis because of it though. Not that we would actually move anywhere, but the program makes me feel that I have NO choice and therefore I want it. I felt fine after we bought our house, but for some reason this grad program makes me feel that I am chained to the Minneapolis and even if I wanted to leave, I can't. Not for 2 years at least...

I'm pretty sure my desire to move is stemming from the fact that several people I know have moved over the past few months and I can't help but think about where would I move if given the opportunity. San Francisco or Chicago. London would be amazing for a couple years, but that's nearly impossible and I'm pretty sure that would freak Adam out a little too much.

Since this is just another procrastination tactic, I should probably get back to crossing somethings off my list. Yes, of course I have a list.