I can't believe it's been since January when I wrote on here.  I probably shouldn't write on here when I'm trying to stay awake, I end up typing things I want to delete when I see them later.  Here I am again, though, trying to stay awake.  It's not late at all, barely past 11pm, but I am so tired.  I'm an RA in campus housing here, and I have 2 sets of rounds to go before I can go to sleep.

Just finished my first week of classes, and my schedule is disastrous and no where near complete.  I haven't unpacked since I moved in 3 weeks ago...  Imagine living out of 5 boxes.  There is clothing and school materials everywhere.  It'd be nice if I could say that something exploded, if there was a legitimate reason for the mess, but I can't.  I've just been too busy, and when I'm not busy, I'm too exhausted to do anything, let alone think about organizing.  The fact that I've gone a month without doing any laundry is barely short of amazing.  I still have clean undies left, so I have a while to go in that aspect, but unless I want to start wearing thermal shirts to class, it's nearly time. 

That is an exaggeration.  I'm prone to exaggeration when I pontificate on here.  I don't know why.  Maybe it's because there's no one to tell me that I'm not telling the truth.  It is an exaggeration that I have nothing left but thermal shirts.  I have plenty of sorority shirts left, workout shirts (which I can get away with wearing since I'm a kinesiology major), and other shirts, but I do have a good 4 or 5 thermal shirts, also.  I like my exaggerating.  In real life, there's people to tell me, "No, that cockroach was NOT the size of an orangutang, nor was it the size of a refrigerator."  I do wear glasses, but they're not the kind that magnifies.  I know it's not literally that big, but it gets the point across that perhaps that cockroach was larger than necessary.

Maybe xanga is to sascha what journals are to...  people who write in journals.  I really like xanga-ing.  It allows me to focus solely on one thing thing- making coherent, possibly creative, statements.  Any thoughts of what asinine thing I did most recently are relegated to the recesses of my brain for the time being and I type nearly stream of consciousness, only not really, because I don't imagine that being logical.

I'm going to venture into vagueness for a bit.  I wonder if anyone really knows that they're making the right choices in life.  My theory is that people don't.  Rather than wonder if they've made the right choice, they make the choice that seems best short and long term, and then lie in the bed they've made.  What's to say what the right choice is long term, though?  No one knows what the future holds, and life as you know it may be on its side, and that right choice is now wrong.  (I lost myself there for a second with that sentence, but I'm back.)  Are stupid short term choices always stupid?  Can they every become smart?  Why is hindsight 20/20?  I just flashed on the fact that I've been in the same position now as I've been before.  My old old xanga posts from when I first began posting bear a resemblance in nature to this one- at least to this paragraph.  Will I always repeat myself?  Probably not.  Odds are, I'm just too tired.  When people get too old to drive, the DMV takes away their drivers license.  When I get too tired, someone should revoke my thinking license.

I'm going to go on rounds now.  I hope it's calm so I can go right to sleep for an hour or so before my last set.  If you read through this entire post, you're very cool.