Gordon Hayward's Leg: The Thought That Keeps Me Going

I always start the semester off with high hopes.

• I'll stay up on my studies. I'll have everything planned out in a personal planner booklet thing.
• I'll enjoy my classes and love my major.
• I'll meet lots of new people and just have a rockin' time.
• I'll be ahead in all of my classes, leaving free time for me to do what I feel like.

Joke's on me.

• I'm starting to fall behind already and have not yet purchased a planner.
• I am not a big fan of some of my classes. I would say I hate them, but hate is kind of harsh, so for lack of a better word, I hate some of my classes.
• My major is kind of depressing in the fact that I'm not enjoying my classes and if I don't get into PT school, I am kind of screwed when it comes to a career. 
• Can you say "anti-social"? I don't know any of the new people in my ward and I don't even have the desire to introduce myself. At least I have friends that stick around.
• My schedule is super sucky and doesn't allow for any free time (I am great at organizing class schedules fyi.)

Maybe it's just a bad day, but I am jealous of those kids that love their majors and are insanely passionate about them (you know who you are).

I need an attitude adjustment. I'll start on that next week after I bomb this test and get a major smack in the face. That'll whip me into shape.... I hope. Also, I need a good study place. I don't want to study in the Library because I think it makes me depressed coming home on the bus late at night after a whole day studying in a secluded area, I have to say though, I did have some really good days on that 4th floor. Some of my best study sessions came out of the kitchen of the 124 boys', but life happens and they moved away. I'm on the search. My apartment is loud, has ugly lights, and big windows that can see everything. This is what I need: a big tree with nice grass in a quiet-ish location. That sounds refreshing [deep breath].

My best friend this semester is going to once again be "Solo Piano Radio." It's my smart music. It has the power to calm me, but at the same time has the ability to keep my brain functioning and helps me stay concentrated.

I need some motivation, maybe a swift kick in the arse. Where are my parents when I need them? They were always good for that. Or maybe I just need more endorphins flowing through this body of mine. I guess Pilates isn't cutting it for me, time to start running again. Or maybe I just need more sleep, but what's enough sleep? I could probably win a sleeping contest, I can never have enough sleep.

Next week will be better. Yep. It has been decided. Next week will be better.  

*This better pay off in the end when I am stretching Gordon Hayward's leg on the Jazz court before the game.