well. it's winter break now.
i've had quite the ride this semester. starting about mid september when i got my boards for the day of the dead, things started to get chaotic. I've been trying to keep my head above the water all semester, and although i did have some times where i slacked off or had spare moments, It's always hard to let go of that sensation of, "there's something i should be working on right now, isn't there?" it seems like the entire thing passed in a blur.
no big blips on the social scene either. not for a while, at any rate. now that i'm home, surrounded by family, i'm starting to feel a little bit of an eye twitch. i need some contact with people who aren't related to me. I'm on Connors overload.
I'm going to Italy at the end of the week with my sister, and as thrilling as i know that should be, i feel anxious. paranoid. uncertain.
i know, poor maggie, she's going to italy for two weeks. must be tough.
i don't mean to rub it in. I honestly would prefer to be stuck at the Market for 8 hour stints, making crabby faculty and staff their coffee and bitching with my coworkers about how much people suck. *shrugs* i know. i'm weird. but at least staying won't make me feel so poor.

I'd say it has been a good semester.. if i only knew how i did. the one class that's really worrying me right now is my irish politics and literature one. I skipped that class more than most others (and probably only tallied up to a whole 4 times, but still) and i think terry was none too pleased with me. He gave me a B- on my first paper (shhhh... i know it's not that bad, it just peeves me a little). i felt confident in the second, but he never emailed me back as to whether or not he received it.
i'm terrified of getting a big fat F.
and grades still aren't fucking posted, so i'm getting a little antsy on that one. i hate the feeling of uncertainty. I probably did just fine. but i want to KNOW.

I'm pretty sure that this is somewhat like talking to myself. the blog that is. i don't seek counsel from anyone on deviantart, but i feel the urge to blow into the mic to see if it's working or not.
testing testing, one two three.

i need to take pictures.
really.
badly.
not for any particular reason, but because i have the itch.
i have plans. i have ideas. now i just need some motivation.