domesticated

i'm exhausted. i wonder when the hell that happened. it's 9:48pm and i have to take a shower, finish watching a movie, maybe eat some coffee cake (baked it saturday) and it's like wtf, what happened to you. any of my past former selves would say that. but i'm exhausted and wtf happened to the days where i needed minus sleep? seriously? i got so much more done! maybe i just got more lurking done. but still! i sleep seriously 7 hours now. SEVEN HOURS. THIS IS WHERE MY LIFE IS GOING.

anyway, this semester is strange for me because my days get increasingly difficult until my grand finale on thursday, finishing with a mild friday. i know next semester is going to be crazy too because winter semester, hello. see? this is who i've become. there is no majorly exciting aspect of me whatsoever. so it's started. it's all downhill from here. thank you, 26, for making me realize that i reached my peak at perhaps the 24/25 transition. when i was 24, god, things were exciting and scandalous (you can imagine why) and i could live off 4 hours sleep and a cup of rice a day, probably because i was finally with the love of my life (and i even get to do sickening things like mention how said love of life is taking too long in shower right now) and holy crap were things exciting! going to the grocery store, omg! taking a walk, shut up! going out for dinner WHAAAAT. then life started as in reality--more work, more studying, more stress, moving OH GOD YES, things started to get hairy at 25.75, and now i'm 26 and NOTHING EXCITING WILL HAPPEN TO ME EVER AGAIN.