Not This Again

Being back in Memphis has made me miserably depressed. I mean, I knew I didn't want to come back, but I didn't expect this to happen.

I went to bed last night at 8pm. That's the earliest I've been to bed since... hell, probably since August when I was miserably depressed last time. I slept until noon today. That's sixteen hours... I wouldn't have gotten out of bed if Nikki wasn't home for lunch.

I'm so stressed. I have Drawing homework to do by tomorrow morning. I also have to write a four-page paper by tomorrow, but it involves going to the museum, which is closed today and tomorrow. Just my fucking luck. I could easily write the paper tonight if I knew what to write it about...

So, that's probably not going to get turned in on time, which will most likely severely and negatively affect my grade. Great. I've done so well until now, too...

I'm really going to struggle these next two weeks, but god dammit! There's only two weeks left! I can make two more weeks... I hope. It's going to be one big constant struggle though.

There's talk of snow tonight. People are hoping classes get canceled. We're not in high school anymore. Colleges don't cancel classes often. We live on campus... we can walk to school (even though we have to cross a busy four-way intersection to get there. I guess, though, for the minority of students who live off-campus and drive to school, not to mention the professors who all drive to school, it would be good to cancel? I'm not getting my hopes up though. It's not going to happen. It's not even going to snow.

Nate is going to some banquet with some girl. He explained that she's "just a friend" and that she asked him. I don't think he knows that I really don't care.

Um... I have shit to do that I'm probably not going to do. So, that's all for now.