Take Me to the Place I Love

Ok. Flash update for all you morning readers.

This english project is going to be the death of me. We just finished up for the night, and I'm pretty sure I have to somehow write up notes on our presentation to hand in for class tomorrow. Uggh. But working on it is always such a riot. Everything is hilarious. It's the most annoying fun ever.

So, call me crazy, but I totally feel better tonight than I have in a while. How much do you have to exercise for the endorphins to kick in? It's totally me just convincing myself that I have more energy. But who cares if it works?!

And I was thinking today that this whole science thing is finally starting to settle with me. I still don't enjoy classes and labs, but I'm pretty sure that's just a given of the trade. I've come to accept that I'll always have more work and less fun than arts majors, but that science is what I'm good at and what I'm meant to do, and, at the end of the day, I'm satisfied by learning how things work. I've accepted it. Now, if I could only embrace it . . .