Today, we are exploding. Everything is happening all at once. I am overstimulated, and wish to withdraw to allow myself time to process and recover. Unfortunately, withdrawal is not an option. (Also, withdrawal is not a very effective contraceptive measure, kids.)

I am unhappy with my position as SEAC president. I liked being secretary last semester. I'm good at secretarial tasks. I like taking notes and making lists and sending emails. I don't like being THE PRESIDENT. Unfortunately, I just got reelected about an hour ago. The good news: I have a co-president this time around. The bad news: I don't think he'll be terribly organized and/or helpful. Let us hope I will be pleasantly surprised. Let us also hope I will be much, much better at delegating tasks next year.

I am so fucking tired. Everything is due. Everything is happening. I'm sick of being the one who everyone turns to. I'm sick of being so responsible. I want out. And the funny thing is, I'm not even that responsible. I leave everything until the last minute, which is why I'm having so much trouble now.

Positive things:
-Our kitchen next year will have lots of neat things, thanks to Elizabeth's grandparents.
-I'm getting a bunch of excellent book recommendations.
-My psychotherapy professor is very sweet and wants me to succeed.
-My suitemates are hilarious, particularly Erin, Paul, and Garrett.
-I cut Bethany's hair.
-I baked my second batch of successful bread yesterday.
-My mother expressed her love for me today.
-The weather is gorgeous. Breathtaking, really.
-I am alive, and being alive is good.

I just want to pretend I don't have these papers due and that Earth Day is happening on another planet. I want to go curl up with someone and read a good book and fall asleep in the sun.