Stress and Relief

They extended the deadline for the Nicholl's Fellowship by one day (May 2nd). I was able to finish with 100 pages, surprisingly enough though that meant I had to write about 50 pages in two weeks. That was real fun. I finished that; however, a couple other duties were deglected a little, like my fair duties and my studying for that enormous test on the 16th duties. On Wednesday I have a huge interview for the program I want to get into. And I should eventually revise the screenplay I submitted, a bit further. Please let me win!

I went away this last weekend since one of my friends had won and completed a Haas Scholarship Award and presented her accomplishments in Berkeley. I finally saved up and bought a sticker for my car that says UC Berkeley Alumni ($2.95). I've never put a static cling sticker on my car so I'll make Dad help me even though it must be terribly easy. When I look under the hood of my car, I'm immediately confused. Even though I've been shown how to the check the oil, it takes a minute to find the dip stick and I just fain stupidity and make someone else do it. I'm sort of lazy, yet this quarter in school, I've surprised myself beyond belief. I suppose this is what having an ounce of energy involves. I've had a ton of homework or what I suppose is a ton of homework on top of my actual work duties. I have no time to do much of anything I actually enjoy except sleep which I seem to never have enough of. I finally have another Pampered Chef show, the woman whom I babysit for decided to save my hide last week and thus later this month I have a show. Though many may not think so, it's unusual for a Pampered Chef consultant to have no shows though it happens to everyone from time to time, it should not be constant. I have some people interested in having shows later but not now. I work at my dad's store two or three times a week but only for 2 or 3 hours at a time. Then again, that's all I can stand and I can hardly stand that. I wish I could make the money I need. I should go see the financial aid office and check and see if I need loans for next year, that would suck. I haven't had loans yet and I despise them since I will be living in constant nervousness and fear once I go into deep debt.

On the bright side, I saw a boy I hadn't seen in two years and now I find him mildly attractive. He's moving to New York. I guess that's okay. I wouldn't expect anything to come of it. In other ponderings, I wonder if my ex-non-friend got married on Sunday, it might have been nice to at least hear yay or neigh on the topic. I could have at least tried to be happy about it but I don't know if I need to be since I don't know if it happened or not. I guess it was terribly stupid to even think I'd be invited. While I was in Berkeley I picked up three books that are going to be difficult to read: Marcel Proust's Swan's Way, Leo Tolstoy's War and Peace, and some Virginia Woolf novel. I figured since I was going into English it would be good to start with the biggest/scariest books in the world. Plus they were inexpensive.