Last Thursday

I'm seriously running out of things to write about. It's hard to post events that happen to me every day because, let's face it, my life isn't THAT interesting. I'm a Mormon in Utah, who attends BYU. WHOA, step back! I don't have that many observations either. I focus on school, walking home, and sleeping. I don't even have time to think about eating. I'm running out of creativity at this point, as well. I've hit the peak in my learning ability for the semester. I just can't cram anymore information in there. There. Is. No. More. Room. The end of the semester can't come fast enough. Sometimes I wonder why I have to be so stubborn. Why do I have to be so academically driven? Why do I have to accomplish as much as I possibly can in the shortest amount of time? Why do I try to be a superhuman when it's impossible? Why do I have to be so nice sometimes? Sometimes, I think I just like to stress. I love the feeling of my heart dropping into my gut when I realized I've overbooked myself or I had an assignment due an hour ago. I crave the excitement, I think.
Heaven help me . . .