The weekend is near, I can taste it...I can smell it...it smells of pizza and candy. A wonderful smell indeed.
A normal weekend for me is late nights, work all day Saturday and spend most of Sunday in bed. It is a brilliant schedule that I've been keeping ever since I've been back in school.
Homework! Do I have any this weekend? Oh, yes! There's always something to do. Chapters to read, computer oriented projects to start and finish, assignments due- and will I be doing any of this during my precious weekend? I assure you, dear readers, I will not. In the Church-Of-Sara (aka, my weekend) homework is a foreign term.
Don't get me wrong, all my work gets done. Like I said, I haven't been late to hand in an assignment yet; I'm just lucky enough to have many spares during my school days so that I can get most of my work done then.
I'm still trying to get used to the whole being in school thing. I went from working 7-8 hours a day, from 10-6 to being in school from 8-whenever. Yes, the large change from working to school has driven me a little crazy...well, not exactly crazy, but I've got a nasty case of anxiety from the entire ordeal. Nothing to worry about though, it's being handled with the help of my close friends: antibiotics.
That's right, I'm on prescribed drugs, that means's this blog is only going to get more exciting!
For the next three days I assume I will be MIA, but like I said, I'll be in my own personal church all weekend. No school is permitted on the premises.
...I think I'll invite Dr. Frank-N-Furter to mass.
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