countdown, etc.

Left this semester (23 days):
1 - 25 page paper
2 - take home finals
2 - regular finals
2 - average size papers

Here are my countdowns:
7 days to Thanksgiving Break (at my rents)
16 days until classes are over
23 days until winter break (SLEEP!)
36 days until Christmas (yay! - in Pittsburg)
38 days until the Hockey game (in Pittsburg)
43 days until New Years (at Muller's?)
61 days until Rent (with Apoc) & the first day of my last semester ever!
107 days until Spring Break (Daytona? with Trav, Mike, Jon, Ed, Ed, and another?)
160 days until my last day of class ever!
186 days until my graduation!! :-D

God I can't wait to graduate. It will be amazing. So today is not a bad day... its not exactly pretty out, but its not cold or windy. The nip in the air feels really good in fact, and that has help my mood hugely. I'm still super stressed and am (obviously) counting down the days until this semester is over; but I'm forcing myself not to freak out about it. I figure that doesn't help anything.

I keep picturing next semester as this golden tinged time in my life, I know it could never live up to what I have made it out to be... but it will be better then this semester, thats for sure! I'll only be taking 14 credits- 2 from a self-paced class, 4 philo, 4 IR 300 level with Wylie, and 4 from a 100 level IR (which I'm excited about). I'll still be working at all three jobs, but less time over all. School and work I'll only be pulling 40 (or so) hour weeks next semester, unlike this one in which I pull about 50 hour weeks. That's not including clubs or homework or meetings either. So that will be nice... plus my early days next semester are 10 o'clocks instead of 9s, and my late are 1045 instead of 920. So that will mean more sleep (which means a happier Megan). Plus I will probably work out on those 1045 days before class... which means a better in shape Megan with a better self esteem and more energy. Yay!
Lol...I'm getting excited just thinking about it.

Well, I should get back to work... but I'll leave you all with a joke.

While suturing a laceration on the hand of a 70-year-old Texas rancher (whose hand had caught in a gate while working cattle), a doctor and the old man were talking about George W. Bush being in the White House. The old Texan said, "Well, ya know, Bush is a 'post turtle'."

Not knowing what the old man meant, the doctor asked him what a post turtle was.
The old man said, "When you're driving down a country road,and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a post turtle.
The old man saw a puzzled look on the doctor's face, so he continued to explain,
"You know he didn't get there by himself, he doesn't belong there, he can't get anything done while he's up there, and you just want to help the poor dumb thing get down."

LMAO... Ciao!