Weary brain

It is late March and post Spring Break. It is at this time, each year, that I look at my life and consider its value, asking myself important questions. Such as:

Are you studying enough?
Are PB&J sandwiches okay for lunch and dinner?
Do you own clothing that is not a) jeans b) t-shirts?
Is Wizards of Waverly Place the best thing you can do with your time at 3:00 am?
Do you base your self value solely on how much harder you work than everyone else, and in that case when you fail to work above and beyond your peers does your self value deflate so rapidly that you begin to wonder if anything you do is important?

So...mostly the last one actually. Although I could mix up my wardrobe a little better.

The problem with me is that when I feel I am struggling with classes or work, I take on more because surely the problem is too much free time. Well. That's wrong. And now I'm stuck between a rock and a culture class that is shaking nervously in my schedule, contemplating life after Q-drop.

Can someone please remind me that I don't have to be perfect all the time? In fact, cosmically and spiritually and historically someone has taken care of that for me? Hey Madison, you don't have to be perfect, because I was for you, and that's sort of what next Sunday is all about? Maybe?

Well. We'll see what happens, maybe that class will live to be struggled with another day. In other news, I might get to be the DSACT's new social media volunteer. Because when you Q-drop something you got to add another thing in order to keep balance of barely staying above water.

(PS Ate at Torchy's today, local, cheap, tasty)