so we played fiu today and won (surprise surprise). and i didn’t really play that much (a three set doubs match with kristin) but i am so tired. i feel like i played allll day. and my face is crazy sunburned, feels like its on fire, and thats totally not cool.

i have a paper that was due on friday that is going to be late and i really don’t want to do it. and i’m behind in my reading. i just don’t know what i do on the weekends. its like i try to be productive but it never works out. my grandma called me at 9 on sat morning to see if i could meet her for lunch 40 mins away, an i couldn’t say no. so i went and had frog legs and gator tail and catfish and cole slaw and sweet tea at the lone cabbage. i’m gonna make peter try a frog leg in a little bit when he gets home from chapter. my goal is to get this damn paper done by the time pete gets here that way we can watch sex in the city. but i just can’t get motivated.

i’m starting to get really frustrated w/myself as far as motivation goes. i care about school but i don’t want to do the work. i’m tired of it. i feel like my major has nothing to do with anything, and its getting so tedious that i don’t really want to do it anymore. i love discussing lit stuff but i feel like everyone in my classes can analyze things better than i can, and i’m not as smart as i should be to stay in the major. i wish i could write something brilliant that dr. smith would give me an a on. i want good grades. i just can’t get into it the way that i want to.

the akc something championships are on and the announcers sound like the guys who translate iron chef.

and what is the deal with the weather lately? its hot or cold, hot or cold. i wish it would stop being so finicky and just pick one. sigh.