Moods.

I know I'm a moody person and I should not judge others when they get moody, but when I work all day (missing three buses just to get there), go to class (to the class that never ends and with 5 minutes left of out last lecture of the semester the teacher wants to bring up a new point to pontificate on) and then come home to write a paper, I don't have much sympathy. Yeah, yeah, it's all about me. I have such a hard life because I chose to go to grad school. I semi-wonder if two years ago when I was applying to the program if I flashed forward to now if I would still mail my application. When I was working on my application I was also getting super antsy (and emotional) for Adam to purpose. I'm sure I was using the application to take my mind off the fact that I wanted to get married. I was also getting upset because I told Adam that I wanted to go to grad school, but did NOT want to plan a wedding at the same time. Of course, 2 weeks after we got engaged, I got accepted into grad school. I knew the program was only two years and I didn't even think about postponing my acceptance (or my wedding) a year so I wouldn't have to deal with both at the same time. Once I made it through the first year of the program (while planning a wedding) I assumed the second year would be no problem. HA. HA. HA. The second year is so much worse. Not only are you sick of at least a couple people within the program, you're so antsy just to be done. Now that I'm this close and the end is literally in sight, I'm in shock. A day that I have been looking forward to since last September is now only 9 days away. I will defend my paper in 49 days. And then, I will have a life again. What an amazing feeling. I don't think I ever want to voluntarily be this busy again. Wait, it's not that I don't want to be busy, I don't want to have to think about so many things all at once. I have a headache right now just thinking about all the things I need to think about.

Deep breathe.

Almost done.

Just need to power through this LAST paper of the semester and stop blogging because that is only a distraction.

(The event that started this post was Adam whining about taking out the garbage... I never got to it because I realize I've been waaaaay to selfish lately and he can be in a bad mood too. Just because I'm in school doesn't mean I'm entitled to being moody and he isn't. But I've actually been in a decent mood considering I'm on page 5 of a 20 page paper that I want to be done with by Thursday...)