Today was such an unproductive day. I think long weekends throw me out of the school routine, and it takes a couple days to get used to being on campus for hours on end doing homework and reading. Today, instead of reading, memorizing, and writing, I found it more appropriate to make snickerdoodles and watch the second half of Anne of Avonlea. That movie kills me. Where's my Gilbert Blythe? That's what I want to know.
Lately I've been thinking about how much life really doesn't change. It's so easy to think that some real happy life is waiting just around the corner for me, but I really need to learn to actually appreciate the good fam and friends I have. This is sounding cheesy, I know, but it's so much easier said than done. Anyway.
I did get my passport papers today, that was productive. I really hope I go to China. It's one of those things that I'm scarred to do, but I know it will be a good experience. Kind of like Camp Vega . . . minus the rich Jewish kids.
Well, I'm off to intramurals.