Weekday Birthdays

This past week I happened to have my nineteenth birthday fall on a Monday. That same day I had a rough draft of a five-page paper due and a midterm in Spanish. Now I don't expect my professors to give me the day off because it's my birthday, but I can't but feel a little ripped off. So why is that no matter how hard we try, weekday birthdays are terrible. Also, despite the fact that I live fifteen minutes from my home, I didn't have time to go home, because I had to my radio show at 7 that night. I think I completely forgot it was my birthday that day. I really think it is true what they say about birthdays as you get older, they just get worse.

College Life?

During my time here at Carroll, I have been making it a habit to be up every night to at least midnight nearly every night of the week. Bearing in mind that I have a class at eight or nine o'clock in the morning. I have no desire to keep these late hours, yet my roommate and my friends insist on this. Why is there the assumption that all college students are to keep these ridiculous hours? In high school I usually went to bed every night at roughly 10:30, and I still would if I had the chance. Just because I'm not living at home or barley a year older, does not mean that my body clock should entirely change. I didn't feel the urge as soon as school started to only do my homework at odd hours of the night, and pull the "all-nighter." I guess what I'm trying to get at, is that I feel that many kids feel the pressure to instantly fall into the college-life stereotypes, and that I finding out the hard (and exhausted) way that you have to stay true to yourself even in this vastly different environment.

Still Crazy After All These Years

The last few weeks I've been haunted by an ex-boyfriend and for some reason I've been allowing this to happen. Why is it that we allow for certain people to come back into our lives? I mean he is definately someone who has come "crawling out of the woodwork," for me as of late. So, of course, like all people and especially girls, I tend to read too much into this. I know nothing may never even happen between us again, but the fact that he has come back which makes me wonder. So why is that people take so long to move on? Is it "undying" love/interest or just a series of weird circumstances? I just find it weird that they're some people in this world who just can't stay away from each other, despite how bad things had been. But thatt's just my opinion I could be wrong...