We're looking at classes to take for next semester. I'm currently at 19 hours–and I feel fine with it, honestly–but I'm trying to take into account that I'll be in a leadership position at the BCM and (I hope) working at our writing lab as a tutor. I've toyed with the idea of getting a teaching ceritification, but that is a whole 33 hours of classes. I'll probably just do what I'm doing with English major and music minor, and maybe add a double minor in Classical Civilizations, because I'm already going to take at least three semesters of Ancient Greek. I dunno.  I guess what gets me is that I don't know how to not be busy. I love the weekend like everyone else, love to sleep all day and whatnot, but not being busy is dangerous territory. That's when I start getting really down, and from that Bad Place, gassing up my car seems like fighting a dragon. I get so low that everything seems so big. I'm scared to give myself an "easy" schedule because then I might become incapacitated by the thought of driving an hour to go home. It's been so long since I've made the drive, even right now it seems like a pretty big task.
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nSigh.
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nI agreed to go out to celebrate a friend's birthday with sushi and karaoke this weekend. What was I thinking? It'll be a big group most likely full of loud people and singing and food that I'm not sure I like. I want to be a good friend. I know that to make sure these people stay my friends, I need to be present. They don't understand how I don't thrive on big social things to cultivate friendships. But I need friends, and these are pretty good people. I guess it I don't think about it too much, I can't get too anxious.

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