stress induced coma

It's been about two an a half weeks since my last blog. It's not that I have nothing to write about, I feel I have nothing important to say. After all I have maybe four loyal readers I don't want to disappoint by writing about something trivial (I guess it's ok to break the fourth wall in blogs).

For me, spring break started about a week ago when I came home late Thursday evening. This was the most I ever felt a break a was necessary. It wasn't the college spring break MTV conditions you to believe spring break it like, however. I spent a wonderful weekend in San Diego, got a little sick Monday, went to Long Beach to visit my best friends Tuesday and Wednesday and since I have been back I have been trying to enjoy my last few days before having to head back up to Berkeley where the month of April literally has me in a death grip. I have five presentations in three different classes, two papers, two field trips (one of which is overnight that I am in no way, shape or form looking forward to) and a midterm. Unfortunately these things couldn't have been scheduled prior to spring break, but whatever.

At the end of any trip home I get the same feeling. It's like nervous mixed with sad and a liberal pinch of excitement. I feel like maybe I didn't get out of spring break what I had hoped. Or maybe I just feel overwhelmed because I know I have a handful of crap to do before I can start summer. Getting an email from one of my instructors reminding me of a small assignment due next Tuesday certainly doesn't help. Or I just don't want to pack all the stuff I brought here because I am just that lazy. I am excited to go back to Berkeley though. To have my routine back. It's weird how something so new can now feel so comfortable that you're halfway calling it "home". I think a lot of my feelings stem from the fact I look too far forward. I know I will go seven weeks without seeing certain people so when I do see them I feel like it has to be something ridiculously special. Even though the thing that makes these people so special is that I enjoy doing nothing for the activity of choice.

I have less than seven weeks until my last final. It's been eleven since the middle of January when I started what I then called "the slowest semester ever". I hope that April allows me to get everything done with minimal stress levels (haha, yeah, right) but fast enough so all that crap just gets over with. It will probably be how it always is, one day at a time then I'll look at a calendar and say to myself "oh, it's the 30th already?"