Monday Musings.

This place is so empty. I can literally hear myself echoing when I talk, and that's even when I talk quietly.

I moved my stuff out of the dorm on Saturday, with the help of Mom and my Aunt Lynnie, and now there are boxes and baskets of stuff all over my bedroom at home. This place, on the other hand, is "blank" (in the words of my roommate Danielle) and way too white. I'm living out of a suitcase until Saturday, even though my finals are done Wednesday afternoon -- I still have work through Friday, and then a big ol' party with my California Jovi girls on Saturday night.

I left home last night after the Mother's Day/grandma's birthday party because I knew I had to work this morning. (I wanted to make up some hours since I can't stay for the last two weeks of May.) I got up, had breakfast, showered, got ready for work, and was just heading out the door when my co-worker texted me that I didn't need to come in.

Uhh, why the heck not?

Apparently, since this week the students are taking the California Standardized Test (CST), the hours are totally messed up. So in order to make our 15 hours, we have to come in from 9-12:30 Tuesday-Friday. And on top of that, we won't be paid for more than 15 hours, so I can't make up any hours today.

I was pretty annoyed, to tell the truth, because I don't have any classes or anything today, and I could have A) slept in this morning, or B) stayed at home and not battled traffic last night while I was exhausted!

Oh well. There's nothing I can do about it, so my coworker and I spent the morning texting each other our worries about whether we'll get our jobs back next year. We still don't know, and that makes me extremely nervous. Can California get its budget act together already?

So now with all this extra "free time," I can study more. I have a gnarly oral final tomorrow night in my Media Diversity class - the one with the hardcore Nazi professor -- and then a huge cumulative Psychology final covering 47 different psychological disorders and their symptoms, biological influences, and treatments. Diagnosis-style. That's a lot of flash cards to make...

So Danielle and I are heading to Starbucks as soon as she finishes drying her hair, and we'll study for a few hours until Happy Hour, when we'll get our Venti Frappuccinos for $2. :)

I can't wait for this week to go by -- I want to finish strongly and make good grades, but there's a small part of me that just wants to screw it and give up because I'm so tired. But I will prevail. I didn't work this hard all year for nothing!

Soon I'll be with friends, sightseeing New York, enjoying BON JOVI from a freaking fantastic seat at Giants Stadium, then relaxing with my boyfriend in Europe, and coming home to a JOB.

Already, this year is making up for last. :)