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The semester has FINALLY come to an end and I am BURNT OUT.

Between finals and moving out and doing the general everyday life things, I have been living deadline by deadline, flying by the seat of my pants, unable to process anything beyond an hour ahead of time.

It basically went like this:

FINALS

Classes ended Thursday before last, giving me a week to do all of my final assignments. This would have been ample time had I used time management skills. I could have been sipping mimosas without a care in the world by Monday of that week had I worked hard to complete projects ahead of time. However this was not the case.

Instead, I found myself rushing to finish my final project on Thursday night and turning it in by 10:30 pm with a due date of 11:59 pm. Not too shabby but also I didn’t have to do this to myself.

Once I turned in the project, ending my first year of grad school, I promptly took a shot of vodka and entered into the next phase of deadlines…

MOVE OUT

That’s right. I finally decided to upgrade to a living space with actual doors.

I moved out this Monday which meant the weekend was devoted to stuffing my little hatchback full of all the stuff I managed to accumulate over the past year and let me tell you, it was a lot of crap. There’s nothing like moving to make you realize how much of a hoarder you are. Between the garbage bag full of old mailers I’ve been saving so I won’t have to spend $0.50 on packaging for the few times a year I actually send anyone anything and the piles of old containers I’ve collected so I can “save the planet” and use them to store overpriced shampoo from my local re-fill store, I am finally ready to say I have a problem. So fuck being eco-friendly and trying to limit my waste, I have entered my villain era where I just start using single-use plastic all the time and letting the water run while I sleep just for fun.

READING RAINBOW

Yeah I still have a podcast and don’t ever forget it.

The last Thursday of the month is fast approaching and even though Laura and I pre-recorded the episode weeks in advance to avoid last-minute frantic editing, that’s exactly what happened. Will we have an episode ready to go come Thursday? We shall see…

MOVE IN

It’s a bit wonky but the way things worked out I moved out of my old apartment into a friend’s apartment (who’s gone for the summer) for a month because my new apartment won’t be ready until mid-June.

Unfortunately, (or maybe fortunately because this is truly a first world problem) it looks like a bomb fucking exploded in my friend’s apartment because it’s a collection of both mine and his things. Pros: This place got hella doors. Cons: Now that I don’t just have one big massive room like I did in the studio, I need to organize things just enough so that moving out in a month won’t be too much of a hassle but also there’s a proper walkway throughout the space for when I grease fire happens and I need to escape for my life.

THIS FUCKING BLOG

Listen, it brings me no greater joy than to ramble on about the irrelevant goings-on of my life to randos on the interweb but I’ve spent all day editing a podcast and cleaning an apartment and I haven’t stepped outside all day so forgive me if this week’s post was more of a chore than usual. I could have just reverted back to the old haiku backup plan but after several weeks of already doing that I thought y’all deserved better but now I’m griping about it to you and I sound bitter and it’s not your fault and nobody’s happy and how could god allow such pain?

In two weeks I begin summer classes and the cycle begins again. Until then I’ll be living out the days listless and uninhibited. Just doing whatever suits my fancy which these days is drinking, sleeping, and eating myself into a coma.

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Lesson: Burn out is real.