Would You Like Some Tears with That Stress?

Edit: I didn’t really want to have to do this, but I’m going to be going on a short hiatus. With redoing my room and school and the France Trip and my grandpa, I really don’t have time for anything, not even time for myself. I’m hoping that things will lighten up after this weekend and after my room is done.

It’s only Monday and I can already tell that the rest of this week and the following week and a half afterwards are going to be awful. Yes, finals are really close as is the end of the year, but that does not mean that every teacher I have should assign a project and exam review that is over 100 questions long. Ugh. -.-

I have a physics project that I’m working on with Andrew, and I’m stressing so much over it. It’s our second day in class that we’ve been working on it and I already don’t know what’s going, got pissed off, and am extremely stressed out.

On the ride home from school, I just started crying. I’ve just got so much going on right now. This weekend I’m leaving right after school on Friday to go up to Pennsylvania to see my grandpa, which will be really hard in itself, and I won’t be back til Monday afternoon. Monday afternoon, my friends are throwing a surprise birthday party for my close friend Jacqueline, and I really want to be there but don’t know if I can make it. I’ll have been gone all weekend and have tons of homework to do still.

And in regards to my last post, I have decided to switch rooms with my sister. There are a lot more positives (redo my room, get closet organizer, get rid of extra furniture, go through all my junk stuff) than there are negatives (less space). My sister is also giving me her old computer, which is newer than the one I have now, so I have to back up all my files and hope that nothing goes terribly wrong (like one time where my external hard drive broke. Yeah, that was fun. I lost all my files). I think we’re going to go shopping for paint sometime this week and maybe start moving and painting this week or next.

So to add all of that, plus school, plus preparing for my France trip together, which is the day after school gets out, and it’s all almost too much for me. I don’t know where to begin with my school work or with anything for that matter.

I feel like this post has turned out extremely whiny and that wasn’t my original intent. Whenever I am stressed out I just like to sleep. It makes me feel better and puts me in a better mood, but I just don’t have time to sleep away the rest of the day. I just need a break I think, and I won’t have one of those until after I’m back from my trip. So in a month.

How do you guys unstressify? (I think a invented a new word!)

P.S. If I’m extremely slow with replying to comments, I’m sorry and hope you’ll bear with me. I still love and appreciate them. I just got a lot going on. :(

To Move or Not to Move

I feel like this week just dragged on and on, and then when Thursday and today came, it just zoomed by. Not a whole lot really happened through the week besides all my teachers simultaneously assigning projects and essays and other excessive and time consuming work. I’ve also been really motivated, for some reason or another, to add more visitor content. So I worked on that all throughout the week and added a pretty heft amount of content that I hope you all will use and enjoy. If not, oh well. I had fun making all of it. :P

My mom has also been in what I call this clean-and-pitch mode, where she cleans everything in the house from head to foot and pitches everything she doesn’t want or that we don’t need. Which, honestly, we needed. My two brothers basically hibernate year round in the basement, so needless to say that two grown men don’t know how to pick up after themselves or stay remotely organized. Since Ryan came back from Greece, and Rachel from college, we just kind have been throwing junk down there. Well we went through that and got rid of a lot of stuff. We reached a stalemate though when my mom didn’t want to throw stuff away, she wanted to sell it in a garage sale, so we couldn’t do much more until we hold one, which we think will be either in the summer or fall.

I’ve also been really needing to clean my room. So I picked it up and vacuumed, when my sister made a proposition. I have long been wanting a closet organizer, as my closet is just a mess, and rather small, so I have no where to put anything. My sister has one, and she said she would give it to me if we switched rooms.

Now, it seems like the obvious answer would be not to switch rooms, since I have a much bigger room than she does, and I have more furniture so it would be hard to fit it all in her smaller room. Yet, if we switched rooms, I would not only get the closet organizer, but my mom said we could redo our room completely. Which means I can paint my room, which I have been wanting to do for a while too. I mean really, I can only stand this ugly teal pastel color for so long, right? ;)

Soooo, I’ve been kind of debating back and forth whether I should take up the offer. I think if I switched rooms, since it’s smaller, I would stay more organized since I would have less space to work with, which would be really nice. It also forces me to go through my things and get rid of just plain crap. Which I really need to do. I haven’t gone through my desk drawers or dresser drawers in who know how long. I can’t even remember the last time I went through them, which is pretty bad.

I’ve started going through some clothes and old scrapbooking things (which used to be a big hobby of mine) and have cleared out two drawers. Success! I’ve still got a ways to go, and I figure even if we don’t switch rooms, I just really need to go through everything. Not just my closet, not just my floor and under the bed, but through all my drawers and spaces. It’s funny, all the odd things I’ve been finding so far. Some of the things date back to when I was still in elementary school–seven years ago! Sheesh! I think I just grow attached to things and don’t like to throw them away. :P

So do you guys have any advice as to what I should do? I’m kinda stuck in the middle.

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