I am back in Iowa City. Classes have begun once again. I am up writing a journal because it is a quarter after four, and I am doing laundry. I am forced to pull an all-nighter because I have class at 8:30 am and if I cannot get at least 4 hours of sleep in a night, I won't be capable of getting out of bed in the morning.

It was my plan to go for straight As this semester, and hopefully next semester as well, but I am starting to doubt that it will happen. With my class schedule and my job at subway, my weekdays are spent surviving it all. By the time I get to my weekends, I am a walking dead man. My German class has taken a hit from my inability to maintain the energy needed to do everything that needs to be done. I have no reason to believe my other courses won't follow suit.... well, few reasons. I am hoping that with becoming acclimated to the new pattern that has become my life, I will adjust and become capable of doing all I need to do. That is my hope.

Lately I have found that I wish I could do more. I have these dreams and expectations of where life should take me, but I am putting them on hold to secure a comfortable future. I am growing rather tired of living a prelude.

For now I will continue in the fashion I began, begrudgingly accepting my new and yet mundane existence as a working UI sophomore in the belief that is a necessary but temporary preamble to my happiness.

Lately, I have really wanted to become involved in some sort of "activity". I thought a bit about it, and found that what I would really like is to be a member of a band. One of the only things I really like to do is play guitar, and it would be amazing to do that as a part of a bigger thing.

I am going to be so tired tomorrow... Also, I hate being poor.

Maybe my laundry is done. Maybe.