Entspannen Sie sich. [Just Relax.]

I need to relax. Hopefully this coming weekend will be a restful one, because I'm in for another stressful Friday. This is becoming an uncomfortable pattern: Fridays of doom. Once I have this public speaking test [which holds the record for having the most ridiculous definitions in it], my German quiz on possessive adjectives in the nominative and accusative cases, and my quick scramble to get the first half of "A Christmas Carol" read for British Literature, out of the way, I get to travel home to make some much needed moolah by painting a friend's hallway. I'm pretty sure I just beat William Faulkner out on the longest run-on sentence in history. I'm also pretty sure that all I ever talk about is schoolwork. This is partly due to the fact that all I do is schoolwork, and partly due to the fact that my social life is dwindling away into nothing. Personally, I am OK with this-with the company of my three room mates and our ever-present couch guests from building L [Sam and Drew], I'm pretty content. However,  the constant pressure to have an outstanding and sometimes unwise weekend existence weighs down on me sometimes. Especially when I do things like stand in my bathroom doing my hair and makeup, and my roomates ask, "Oh, are you going out?" and I inevitably answer, "No, I'm just taking a break from studying and needed something to do." 

But alas, here I am on "Thirsty Thursday", "The Party Night", the season premier of The Office and Grey's Anatomy, and the night when everyone else and their Aunt Tori is out having fun, and here I am, still questioning the logic of getting drunk when you have an 8:00 class the next morning. Can you really not wait one more day? I'm surrounded by alcoholics and needless frivolty and yet I am still strangely upset by the fact that I cannot seem to force myself to want to go out tonight. Because anyway like always, I have too much studying to do. It pretty much boils down to the fact that I'm excited about one day using the excuse of motherhood to stay home on weekend nights. Playing with my family will be more fun anyway. I believe I may be growing roots. While not quite at the stage of a homebody, I am no longer discontent with just spending time at my apartment, with or without friends. I don't HAVE to go out to have a good time. I guess I'm just the only one in Starkville that has this gift though, making for a sometimes lonely existence. 

So here's to you, my fellow Thursday night apartment dwellers. May we be productive with our studying, reserve our frolicking for the actual weekend, and in the end come out of college the better for it.