FOCUS.

This word has become the word I use most often in convincing myself to do my work. Exam week is fast approaching, and I have 4 exams, 4 papers, 500 pages to read, and 10 journals to do, and $500 to help raise for Invisible Children. Yes, I am behind. Yes, it's my fault. Yes, I am TERRIBLE at managing my time. I am stressed beyond words. I already live off of Diet Coke and coffee. I should probably just get an IV.

On the other hand, I have wonderful friends. I have a roommate, whom I dearly love, that is getting married. Which really just means we're hanging out a lot before she peace's out. I have dinner dates, and lunch dates, and coffee dates, and I love each of them. I want to dedicate my time to them, but I have too much stuff to do.

2 more years. 4 more semesters. (or 5, if I study abroad and graduate when everyone else does.) That's it. I need to enjoy it. But I need to make good grades more than I need to enjoy it.

In other words, I need to FOCUS.

Oh, and I love frosted animal cookies. And waking up to snow outside of my window. And Panera with Pvirg. And fair trade coffee with Rachael. Just sayin.