I feel somewhat on edge these past few days and I am not certain of the cause. It could be a lack of sleep, due to my habitual late hours despite the fact that I must awake early nearly every day. Maybe it's a seemingly constant work schedule, always waiting for the coveted one day off a week. is it the fact that I somewhat lost one of the people I can talk about serious things to?

I think that it mainly falls on the fact that I'm just constantly waiting for August 23rd to roll around the corner so I can return to school. And it is barely mid June.

The things I look forward to in life are just on a day to day basis other than that. Constantly thinking in my head, "Just two more hours and I can go home," while glancing up at the clock as I am midway through brewing another pot of Colombian Supremo. "Tomorrow I get to hang out with so-and-so. I don't know what we're doing, but at least it's a break from here and home."

My hands look rougher than before. I have too many calluses. They are reserved for the boys with clumsy fingers plucking on strings, not for a girl who barely has time to pick up a guitar but enough to just sleep and sleep and sleep. Awaking when a loud local car dealer commercial pops upon the television screen.

The eating habits are off. I feel as if I barely have enough time to sit down and eat a real meal in the day. I need to catch up on my sleep. On my socializing with friends from school, also hell bent on wanting to return as soon as possible.

I need this trip to the beach in July. I don't care if it is with some relatives I cannot stand. It will be perfectly fine with me, for it will all be about relaxation for me, instead of providing it for others.