Keeping up with everything.

Oh isn’t that just what I do all the time. You know what?  Now I’m worrying that I’m not worrying enough. There’s something very wrong with me, don’t you think?

I’m just worrying that I’m not worrying about the exams enough. First paper’s this Thursday, and I don’t seem to be giving a rat’s ass about it. I mean of course I’m studying and all, but I don’t seem to have that URGENCY that drives me to study harder and all.

I worry about my summer. I’m thinking of taking a summer research project, but again I worry about me writing my report and everything, since the grading of this unit depends all on the report. Its an amazing chance for me to work with scientists who knows their stuff, but it might just hamper my chances of getting into honours even more.

I worry about jobs. Summer jobs. I’m fussy about them. I wanna do something related to my study field, but no one ever employs useless lab rats like us so I’ll probably be stuck doing some stupid restaurant/shopping mall job again which I COMPLETELY HATE. I find it such a waste of time, seriously. It doesn’t contribute to my work experience, really, eventhough it gets me the money.

Everyone tells me to worry less, but I suppose thats just me. I’m a worrier. Here’s to me hoping it doesn’t shave years off my life.