Oh my gosh. I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed right now. My final semester is winding down at a rapid pace. I’m absolutely terrified. I have two presentations to do my last week of class. I dread public speaking of any kind. We’re doing a practice run through next Monday, but I still have a lot of stuff to prepare before then.

Then, of course, I still have to buy something to wear for the presentations. Sadly, both my checking and savings account aren’t in the best of shape, so I’m going to have to do some bargain shopping to find something to wear.

I’m just nervous. I feel like there’s so much going and so much still left to do before graduation. It doesn’t help that I have serious procrastination issues, and anytime I have a chance to get ahead, I don’t always take it. I guess I’d just prefer to chill out and take a breather when I have a chance and deal with everything else later. Probably not the best way to do things, but I’m working on it. Or trying to anyway.

I went to the movies last night for the first time in what seems like forever. I went to see Horton Hears A Who! with my mom, Bart, and Tori. It was the first time Tori had ever been to the show. I think she did pretty good and liked it well enough. It was a cute movie. I won’t say I loved it, but I still enjoyed it. Over the weekend, I watched Tuck Everlasting and Breach. They were both pretty good. I also go Awake from my mom, but I haven’t had time to watch it. I might try to do that sometime today after I do some more.

I got my cap and gown yesterday at school, so graduation is slowly closing in. This is where I pull my hair and scream. There’s still just a lot left to do. I think I’m making pretty good headway on my portfolio, but I also have a big group project that we’re probably going to be working on constantly for the next week and a half. I think it’s going to be fun, though.

I need to make the invitations for my graduation still. I can’t decide if I want to invite my dad. That sounds horrible, but just the idea of facing him is enough to give me an anxiety attack. The best gift he could give me for graduation would be checking himself into drug rehab and getting his life straightened out. Of course, that’s something he can’t do for me. He had to do if for himself, and I doubt he ever will.

Last night I managed to do some writing for the first time in what feels like forever. It was for my story Solace, which is a sequel to Infinite. I only wrote about a page or so, but considering the only other thing I’ve written this year was about a chapter and a half of another story, I’m not complaining. Any progress is progress in my eyes.

So, I had doing dishes. I’m not going to lie. In fact, I’ll avoid doing dishes as much as possible, and about the only time I will do them is when I see that they’ve really started to pile up and start interfering with the cleanliness of the kitchen. Not that it’s one of those situations where the kitchen begins to look like it consists only of dirty dishes, but, really, the kitchen isn’t that big, so more than a couple of days without doing dishes has some icky results. Or at least icky enough to bother me into washing dishes.

The point of my discussion about my adversion to doing dishes, you ask? Well, my grandpa, who has done a whole lot of talking about doing this or that but little to follow through, mentioned something about looking at sinks to replace the one in the kitchen. Personally, I say - keep the sink we have and invest in a dishwasher, but I guess if that’s not going to happen, a new sink would be nice because one of the reasons I hate washing dishes so much is that our sink is so small and shallow that you basically have to wash dishes in shifts to get to it all. It’s very annoying.

I guess there was no real point to this rant other than my distaste of dish washing, really, but whatever. I’m sick, I’m tired and, therefore, I don’t have to make sense.

I’ve been so sick this week. I’m not even kidding. There were a few day where I just found it exhausting to get out of bed. Needless to say, I don’t feel like I accomplished much this week. Luckily, though, I don’t think I got too far behind either, so, hopefully, over the weekend, I can play catch up on stuff and sort of break even as far as my workload goes.

After this semester is over and I get through graduation, I feel like I need a vacation just to celebrate my survival. It’s been pretty stressful and hectic. Of course, I’m sure part of it’s just dreading the end of the semester presentations I have to make. I doubt my mom and Bart will be planning anymore vacations to any Branson resorts since their last experience involved a lot of rain. Although, I think the decision was finally made that it’s one of them that causes the vacation to go awry. But maybe they’ll plan another trip to Holiday World or something fun like that. Of course, I’ll have to lose some weight before I venture into the water park again. I feel so gross these days, which is why I’m back on Weight Watchers. So far, so good, all things considered.