Every night I manage to get nothing done and stay up late, kibitzing with people or watching mindless TV until I decide it’s enough. And every day I wake up feeling too tired for my own good. Too tired to take a shower and put on clothes and actually get to class. But everyday I do get up and walk over to my computer sleepy-eyed and click on the keyboard to see if anyone has left me messages in the night. I check my mail and as my blurry eyes try to focus I read my horoscope for the day and sigh and then force myself to go through the rest of my routine.

But surprisingly most of the time I’m very satisfied with it all. My days have become filled with classes that seem too long and meetings and meetings and meetings and dinners with people and once in a while the occasional studying. I feel like most days I wake up with some purpose to my day, I am useful, I am doing some things right.

And even when there are shitty days, or boring moments, or you wake up and the weather outside just screams “I don’t want to live today!”...sometimes you just gotta turn on the music and dance around the room. That’s right – full out, legs flailing, hair flying out of control, arms swinging dancing. My choice tonight was Coldplay.

…And nothing can compare…