Here Comes the Sun

Now, I love being able to live in a castle for three months and travel around Europe. However, when it comes to the classes that I had to take, I couldn’t be more unhappy. None of them have anything to to with my major. Two of them are taught by a professor that is actually crazy. Despite the fact that the article that I’m currently writing (which, of course, is due today) is about something that I find genuinely interesting, I absolutely despise writing it. I just want to do nothing all day. I hate it when academics take something that is so potentially interesting and engaging and turn it into something that can no longer be enjoyed. I’m so over school right now. Please ignore this rant. Now I’m done. Move on, ignore this puddle of angst that is my brain melting in the library. It’s not important. 

I just want to be magically packed and eat all of the food and have online banking that works and not be almost completely broke. And all of the chocolate. That too. 

Sorry. I’m just feeling really stressed and crappy. Plus, I feel guilty about feeling sorry for myself because I live in a castle and I’m headed to Madrid tomorrow. But then the guilt makes me feel even worse. It’s a vicious, vicious cycle. And that’s my sorry little life. 

I also understand that there is a severe lack of punctuation in this post, for which I deeply apologize. My stressed inner feelings to not like to punctuate. Deal with it.