*twitch* *twitch*

I desperately want to pretend that I'm doing awesomely at this college thing as I near the end of my first full week, but the very fact that I'm awake right now and I have to be awake again in six hours would probably give away my secret. What secret is that? Well... maybe it's not a secret. Maybe I'm not supposed to automatically be fantastic at college just because I was fanatical about being perfect in high school. 

All summer while I was working two jobs, pulling 11, 12, and 13 hour days every Friday and Saturday and only getting one day off every two weeks, I took things one day at a time. I didn't need to plan farther ahead than that, really. I just needed to make sure I showed up at the right job at the right time wearing the right clothes. It was by turns boring and stressful and made me crabby and tired, but the one day at a time approach worked for getting me through that. College doesn't work that way though.

You know that saying "I try to take things one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once"? I've always laughed at that, not because it's so silly, but because it TOTALLY happens! Today I had at the very least three, and possibly a whole semester's worth of days attack me. 

There's a good chance that no one can actually tell. I cover it up by drinking lots of coffee, and being naturally outgoing, so I can multitask by freaking out inside about all the homework I'm not doing even though I should be while at the same time telling people about how I ran into a wall and bruised my knee so badly it's swollen. Yes it was a wall in my apartment, where I have lived for over a year, and yes, I knew it was there. That's not the point.

As of this moment, my right lower eyelid has been twitching for 16 hours and there's no sign of it stopping. I don't know if that's because of way too much caffeine, stress, lack of sleep, or all three, but it's starting to get a little ridiculous. The good news is, tomorrow is another day that only holds three classes and 4 hours of work for me. 

I won't tell you what the bad news is, because I refuse to think of anything that could be construed as bad news.