I really should post more than once a month

I never realize how much time goes by between posts. My life isn't that boring! I do have some things I could write about. I just don't feel motivated to write most of the time.

I'm really emotional this morning. (stupid PMS) I feel like ditching class, but I'm sure being there will keep me from thinking about things that will make me cry. I just hope that my psych professor won't make us do group work today. That grates on my nerves and just might make me throw up on a day like today.

January is nearly gone. How is that possible? Time just seems to fly by these days. I'm already 4 weeks into my second term. These classes are so different that the ones I had first term. This writing class is way easier (read dumbed down). This psych class is way more reading and busy work, but interesting. I hate hate hate that we have to take all the exams online though. I'm not sure what to think about my math class. It's a continuation of the algebra class from last term. We've had a quiz and a test already. I studied hard for the quiz and I got a C. I can't remember the last time I got a C on anything! The test, well I forgot what day it was and I hadn't studied at all, but I got an A. Seriously! I think my strategy for this class is going to be not to study. Mid-February I start a test anxiety class. From what I read, it's all book and group work. There are only 3 classes, all on Fridays, and all 3 hours long. To pass you just have to show up to all the classes and participate. Should be a piece of cake.

I've become obsessed with calculating and recalculating how much money we have in savings and how long it will take to save up to move. I'm not happy with the projected date. It looks like, no matter what we do, we are not going to be able to move before June. (And that is supposing that nothing major happens to keep us from putting the amount in savings each month that we need to.) We might be able to swing it sooner except that I have to put back money to take 2 classes over the summer because I might not be able to get financial aid for summer. If I had that money to work with we could move in March. It really sucks. I want out of here! I want my own space. I want to be able to take a piss in peace. I want to be able to go to sleep when I want, in a bed (as opposed to the couch), and not be awakened by someone banging around at 3 or 4 in the morning. I want to be able to do my homework without a thousand interruptions. I want to be able to fricken relax!