So much to do - Or really?
Lately I've pondered what exactly I
have to do. I mean, I say, "I have so much school work, so little spare time, I don't get enough sleep, and I have so many other things to do". But do I really? I've found out it's all optional. Time is optional, either you choose to have it or you don't. I could decide to have all the time in the world, and then I would. or
I would. Because as an effect of my having an infinite amount of time, everyone that depended on me would have less time. So I guess it's not voluntary after all. That is, if you care about other people's expectations from you...
Academic Pressure is On
*Sigh*. It's all so freakin' overwhelming. I've just finished one paper, and now I have to write another. And I still have two... no, wait; three Norwegian papers to finish by Sunday. And I need to pay some bills, send some letters, read up on my trigonometry, catch up on my Newton's Laws in my physics class, and everything by Sunday. How I'll do it, I don't know, but I just have to. Stress is harmful to young people and old people alike, but it all seems to be unavoidable. I'm feeling flustered. "Then let's un-fluster. I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and..." Ok, I'm not flustered anymore. Just stressed. "Falalalala-lalalala
".
Back in Norway - And finally realizing it
I'm here. In Norway. In Oslo. School's started, school's been in session for 2 and a half month, and I've finally realized it. I'm not in the US anymore, I'm in Norway, where everything's same ol', same ol'. And dare I say it: Boring. Dreadfully boring. No sports events, no football games, no pep rallies, heck; not even any pep.
I'm wondering why I see everything differently now. I mean, this was perfect only a year and a half ago, but now something's different. Color, maybe. Maybe everything here seems gray and subtile because I have something new and exciting to compare it to. And a whole different culture and society to idealize. Maybe it's all so great since I need just that, something to reach after, and maybe my mind has already erased all the negatives about living in AZ. I don't know. It's all guesses.
