dream on

*cheesy smile*
such a strange way of going about things: i had two weeks to write this takehometest (two small essays...1000-1250 words each, this is 4-5 pages each, not terrible.) and it's now due on wednesday: the 26th...5 days left. and i'm not stressed out about it, even though i need to read these really difficult articles and actually understand what they're saying before i can write about what they're saying...but anyways, i stress about weird things: i stress about the fact that i'm not stressed out about this paper: i could be stressed and worried and actually WRITE the darn thing...but why bother. instead, i'll go shopping (i finally found the perfect skirt, straight from europe, and ON SALE) and i'll clean up my room (i can now actually study in the space in my room which was designated for studying...this is about ten years after it was designated...hehe...) and i'll ignore all the other projects i could finish (like silk screening my excavator on some drywall--i now have the drywall, need to cut it into screenable sizes, go to sheridan and print--the actual printing part might even take *less than an hour* and it's due--dry--on tuesday) and i stress about the amount of things that i have running through my head all the time, but if i'd actually sit down and DO these things, they wouldn't be running through my head and i can just sit down and relax. or do other things.
so coming up with my goals/dreams list is still difficult--because i need to learn where to draw the line between my real dreams, and just everyday stupid things like setting up that ING account which i meant to do about 5 years ago.
and now i'm just ranting and raving about my stupid life. which is pretty much all i do. :)
back to freud et al.
and when i'm done with that, i'll allow myself to take a few minutes to post my dreams. *coming soon to a computer screen near you* hold on to your seats, folks, i know you're so excited to read them.