the semester is winding down. 2 weeks of classes and a week of finals is all that separates me from my continually life draining school work and a month of freedom and christmas with family. i have a ton of projects, long, monotonous, confusing and poorly clarified projects, to do in the next week and a half, but i've made it this far somehow, so i'm not going to go down without a fight. i can do it... i think. i hate doubting whether this major is right for me, but i can't seem to fully suppress those thoughts. i guess we'll see. i don't doubt enought to change, but i don't love it enough to be fully satisfied, and so i plunge on.

my birthday was on wednesday. t'was nice. i actually had time to spend with friends. *everyone gasps* we went out to dinner... it was amazing and mine was free. much drama surrounded whether or not i was going out since it was my 21st. it frustrated me. so i'm not talking about it either way, cause then no one can claim to have been right.

i'm exhausted. i was on duty last night and ended up working on my bulletin board for the month of december at 4 am. i slept through my 8am class. i woke up 4 times prior to when i'd have left for class and pondered getting up... and yet i was still mysteriously in my bed at 8:12 when i woke up yet again. so i managed to miss class. and i was on duty tonight again too. too many late nights this week. my body is complaining. and... i'm now listening, so nighty night.