Exhausted

It's about this time of the semester when every college student I know is knee-deep in papers, projects, presentations, and exams. No exception here, but it's exciting, nonetheless. I will be so lost without my world of academia, yet I'm also relieved that my undergrad career is nearing its final days. Yeah, I know I've mentioned that. It's this senioritis thing I've had for the last three-four years.

On a happy note, our Journal of Student Writing came out today, and I was elated to see that a couple of my pieces were published. Though it's a trivial little campus thing, I was still pretty excited about it. After all, I think any writer probably enjoys seeing his/her work in print somewhere other than on the computer screen.

I just got home from the YMCA; got done with my routine exercise activity, which mainly consists of the bike and treadmill with some minimal weightlifting. Tonight I ran into an old friend so we ended up doing more miles with our mouths than the rest of our bodies. I think I only got 13 miles whereas I've been doing around 18 miles on the bike. I've also been taking another shot at the Atkins Diet this week, and though I did fantastic for the first four days, I succumbed to some major carbs after I got home from class today. It's been pretty torturous--so far this week I've had to turn down grandma's beef manhattans, some cookies I made with the chocolate chip cookie dough I bought from a kid doing a fundraiser, a bag of M&Ms, and some treats I purchased for my Wednesday night Bible class. But I did lose 6 lbs. in 4 days, so I'm relatively pleased. When I got home, I told Steve I had to have some carbs, and quick. I've been so lethargic--couldn't take it anymore. So we had fish, slaw, crab cakes, and hush puppies. With lots of sauce, of course...I'm a sauce person all the way. Oh yeah, and I snatched up the remainder of the chocolate chip cookies.

One of my friends from elementary and junior high died last week. I just found out a couple nights ago and it has really disturbed me. He was pretty heavy into drugs, but a funny guy. It's just so surreal. I think back to all the conversations we ever had; all the jokes, all the playground memories, the P.E. fiascos, etc., and it gets to weighing pretty heavily on my mind. He wasn't a close friend, but we had some hilarious moments together. The more memories you have with a person, the harder it is to accept his/her death. Or at least, the harder it is to believe it actually happened and that there will never be any more memories shared with that individual. It's also kinda weird because my former classmates who I have talked about it with seem relatively unaffected by his passing. He was a loner and he was a druggy, but nonetheless a part of my life for that moment in time, so I can't help but feel somewhat affected.

As an update to a previous post, I did leave my professor a note on her blog earlier. It was just a general little comment, but I didn't think my name would show up. Wouldn't you know, it did. I guess I am just asking for it. Can't wait to see what the repercussions of this will be.