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...'cause seriously, thinking is getting old.

This week has been insane. I had so much stuff due by Wednesday, I could hardly breathe. Like... five assignments, two quizzes, and a final project, along with three test things for work. I was so busy at the beginning of the week with this stuff. After that, I had to study for a health test and wrote a few more short papers for other classes. Tomorrow I have to get up early to prepare a lesson for Sunday school, and then get that teaching over with (I only have to teach twice more this semester), then study for another Book of Mormon quiz, an exam in Music Civilization, prepare my oral presentation that is my final for English, and study for my beginning jazz test - all for Monday. My recital thing for private lessons is also on Monday, which could go pretty well, or pretty badly. I'm hoping the former. I also took like 3 or 4 online quizzes today. When all of this is over... really good times.

Work is going fine. I never look forward to going, but it's usually pretty good anyway. And maybe it's a nice few hours to not have to worry about anything else. Well... maybe. Whatever. The thing that bothers me every now and then, is that since I'm the "rookie" I've been blamed for a couple of silly things that people have done. Really, it's no big deal, so I gave up defending myself and I just accept it. Overall, it doesn't really matter anyway. Also, since I work with a crew of guys, the supervisor calls me a man as well, and usually calls me Ashton instead of Ashley. Which is kind of funny, I think, considering my nephew is named Ashton. :) Yeah... but that situation can get kind of weird sometimes, when he purposely asks me weird questions as if I'm a guy, like asking me things about going out with girls, and once he persisted in asking me if I live and sleep in the same room as another girl... yeah, it's just kind of weird sometimes. But he's a cool guy. And anyway, he won't be here next year, because he's leaving on his mission, so I just have to put up with it for two more weeks.

Pretty soon I'll have to start packing up my room... yeah, that'll be interesting. My stuff is all over the place. At the beginning of last semester, I was so proud of myself - I made my bed every morning, I kept my stuff put away and everything most of the time... eventually, that cleanliness gave way to chaos. Psh. Oh well. I really enjoy packing, most of the time. But we'll see how this goes - I'll have to put everything I have in this room away somewhere. It'll take me some time, that's for sure.

And now, to get away from the dread and anticipation of tomorrow, I think I'll go to bed.