Ah, the good old feelings of anxiety, worry and suffocation have shown up tonight. I told myself I would begin my papers and reading assignments tonight at work, so that I could have most of the weekend off. Well, I am so jumpy and edgey that I can't seem to get anything done!

Analyzing these feelings, I came up with the first problem. I miss writing. I wrote a short story for my fiction writing class and loved the laughter I got from everyone as I read out loud. My lisping knight in shiny armor may have been the trick. Ever notice the one line you think everyone wll laugh at is passed over, but other lines you hadn't imagined funny become funny? What an odd, odd job it is to write for the masses. Masses, thats a good word for them. A mass of criticism and expectations that are to be met, or squashed in the process. Well, I want to write, I don't want to read about critics who have outdated theories, about old colonists who like to beat their children, or trudge through another boring essay.

Maybe it is because I have been trying to read through all the Harry Potter books so that I can get to the fourth book (needed for my science fiction and fantasy class). Actually doing something for enjoyment <=O

Also, I have another Hall Council meeting. I am not necessarily nervous, but agitated. I always worry if I forgot something or if I do something wrong. ARGH, wish I had a step by step process to go by.

That's enough grumping on my end. Today was the last of the classes since we have Friday off. AND the homecoming game is this saturday AND my cousins are coming to visit, YAY YAY YAY!