somethings off this semester, and i cant really tell what. im not frustrated, and im not really stressed out (yet), but somethings just wrong. i feel anxious for no good reason. i finally have housing squared away for next year-- maybe im freaked out about living with 3 boys, at least one of which (depending on who the 4th housemate is) i will have harbored deap-seated romantics feeling for in the not-too-distant past. i feel like this semester im biting off more than i can chew, but i cant really assess that yet because weve barely had a full week of classes. the professor of my creative writing section basically said people on the waitlist (including me) are fucked, so i cant substitute writing for my 4th class.

then theres the whole graduate school issue. i have to do freakishly well this semester, which is definitely stressing me out. i say this at the beginning of every term, and every term i essentially flounder. and its not like i can work too much harder. if i did what i did last term-- which involved lots of studying, lots of food issues, and lots of depression-like-situations-- theres no way ill make it through even to applications.

ugh. i dont even have television hooked up yet.