STRESS

I was writing a post at RocketSubs’ Subber’s Chat Thread, and I realised that it was very similar to a blog post. So I thought, why not just do a blog post instead? I scrapped the post on RB, and hastily went to find pictures I’ve taken with my phone, and pretty much, this is how I’ve slapped this post together.

I mean I’ve got nothing to say except that I’m feel extremely stressed, and definitely not the control mumbo jumbo that I had issues with earlier this year but because there’s just too much to do. I would highly prefer if each day consisted of 48 hours instead. 24 would be spent on RB and 24 on life.

If only clouds were pink all the time, huh? I took this while I was walking home. I consider the commute to uni/stuff to be the most peaceful time of the day. I don’t have to think about anything (except for making sure I don’t trip over myself or step on dog poo), and it’s just quiet. Although I loathe the frequent delays from cityrail, I secretly enjoy that this peaceful time has been extended. I know I sound quite silly, but it’s just so frantic when I get home/to university…

I wish that when RB does really well that university work wouldn’t crumble down, and when I’m doing relatively okay with university that RB would go into a slump. I’ve already established that I just suck at time management, but you think after a year or, now four years, that I would get the hang of it between at least two things. But sadly no, and I think that this comeback has been, by far, the hardest to juggle. And it just occurs me now (lbr, it’s been hanging in the back burner for ages) more clearly than ever before that I won’t always be able to do take care of RB. Suppose it’s just some higher up force in my pea brain that doesn’t allow the two of the biggest things in my life be in balance with each other.

And my eye bags are having a major growth spurt. I should really stop sleeping at 3AM. I mean I thought it only happens in the holidays, but apparently not. It happens pretty much every day now. I’m surprised that I still function during the day. I think I’m starting to rely on coffee a lot more than before, and I don’t really want that to happen. Also coffee breath is gross.

Anyway I wanted to say stuff that wasn’t worth a dime and now that’s a done deal. It’s time to return to reality.

17 days until Backstreet Boys!

30 days until this stupid semester is over.

Also very stoked to have a dinner date with HS friends.