Life's Too Short to Even Care At All (Young The Giant, Cough Syrup)

I have not posted anything in nearly a week now. I've been busy, but not really busy. I enjoy this state of laziness where I can alternate between my avocations (reading and watching Buffy) and my obligations (college apps preparation and AP homework). This past week, I've finished: half of government homework, one fourth of chemistry homework, my novel (adeptly named And the World Drops Dead), and a few books (for reading).

As my friends fret over homework and SATs, I've just been chilling. I should be panicking because the load I've prepared to take on surpasses that of most people I know. I enjoy being happily and gradually productive. That way, I can actually learn without over-stressing. I've had bad experiences with cramming where I've really started to harm myself mentally and physically. I've come to the realization that most of my stress is self-inflicted. Like the Young the Giant lyrics, life IS too short to even care at all.  Does that mean that I'm not worried about my incoming AP scores or other crap? No. But I would always like to keep in mind that what I have right now is miraculous. A healthy body, a loving (most of the time) family, and a handful of good friends.

Here's what I did all week: Monday and Tuesday were pretty much a blur. On Wednesday, I received news that my novel was good for publication, so I should be getting my proof copy in the mail in no time at all. I also finished half of my AP government homework on Wednesday at the library, despite only being able to use the computer for two hours. Again, I went to the library on Thursday to meet up with Debbie, who is one of my nearest and dearest friends. We goofed off some and finished up some homework and studying. I really hope she isn't killing herself with all that stress. I don't lack faith in her though, because she was one of the few people who pulled me out of my dark abyss at the end of junior year. She's inherently positive, so I hope we pull through this by January! On Friday, instead of attending CMF, I stayed at home and watched Buffy and read Calvin and Hobbes. I felt pretty sick, complete with a throbbing headache. (Debbie blames it on the high fructose corn syrup in the Ritz she bought me.) Todaaaaay, I woke up at 12 PM and went to the Martin Luther King Library, where I stayed for 6 hours reading Lemony Snicket picture books, Persepolis, and Maus II. That place is pretty much more comfortable than home for me.

Well yes, nothing too eventful has happened since I returned from Canada, where I had such a blast with my colorful relatives and amazing sight-seeing. Tomorrow, I'm going to the beach!