"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Monday, March 28, 2011

Given Up... For Now

~We feel free when we escape - even if it be but from the frying pan into the fire.
~Eric Hoffer

I think it's time to admit I've given up. Yep, given up. At least for now. On having a clean apartment. On having milk in the fridge more than a week out of each month. Or having bread... at all. Feeling comfortable in my own apartment... Some days just feel like a repeat of the last. Everything is so much the same when I'm in Provo. Makes my weekdays so hard to get through.

This week is stressful. But then, I can try to get it all done. And it probably will be done. And by the end I won't give a darn about my grades. Which is sad. Because as best as I can figure, my grades are absolutely horrible right now. And with two weeks left, they aren't likely to go up all that much. Which scares me. I do not want to re-take French or British Literary History. They are, in fact, my two worst classes... and, consequently, the two I am mostly likely to fail. Sad day.
Four of fifteen classes done this week. Eleven of about a million assignments. Zero out of three tests. Zero out of three papers. Less than 94 hours till I go home again. 94 hours... such a long time. And yet not enough to get everything done that I know I need to.

I drove around my block for twenty minutes last night. Trying to find a parking spot. I know I talk about it a lot, but it bugs me to no end. And the "overflow" area (at least in my opinion) had construction cones along the road. I hate feeling like I've been left with no options. And when I do find a parallel parking spot... my car is usually too long to fit. Darn station wagon :)

Anyway, there's my random schpil for today!
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