Tre

Physically exhausted by mentally, feel like I could write an essay on the history of potato or something.  Ran for half an hour and did another half an hour of weights and toning. Needless to say, my limbs were crying for me to stop.

I'm currently having one of those weekends where I don't really want to do anything. Heck, most of my weekends are like that anyway.

So today I went to the library in hopes of getting some work done for Banking tutorial prep. Alas, that didn't happen.  Spent about 10 minutes reading cases and the remaining of an hour Tumblr-ing and Youtube-ing.  Then, after, went to meet up with a senior who graduated law school.  Just to catch up and what not. He says I'm overthinking my future and putting non necessario pressure on myself.  I suppose getting so near to the finish line, to having a full-fledged degree, kinda creeps me out.  You see, I'm still 18 years old in my mind. I feel unready to be thrown into the work force. Denial.

I was watching Glee about an hour ago and basically the theme of the episode was something along the lines of taking chances. On doing something you don't want to, or are not ready for, to taking chances on relationships and etc.  I rarely take chances. I've always been the cautious type. I'm not saying that I cannot be spontaneous. I just constantly have to think things through before doing anything out of the ordinary. Oh God, I sound like a bore. I sound as if every move I make is premeditated.  NO.

I suppose that some risks are worth taking. Like in relationships (referring to Brittany and Sam's, by the way).  Sorry for the spoilers.  You don't know until you throw yourself out there.  I'd rather throw myself in front of a moving train. Oh, so very Bruno Mars. Yes, I'm that terrified.  Yikes!

Having said that, I guess it's time for a little experiment. For the following week, to take chances. Take a risk.  Little things. See where that gets me. Just thinking about it gives me the heebie jeebies. Okay, so maybe I'll take calculated risks. But that's against the point.

Oh fuck.