It's amazing how not having anything to do can make you lazy. I suppose that work is a habit just like anything else. Now that I only have two classes, I'm pretty much on easy street - I'm just not so sure that I like it. It seems that if I don't have work to do I can't blog. No one wants to hear about how long I played video games in one day or what book I read.

I really enjoyed your post today ShrinkingWoman. I think I know the feeling that you're talking about. Most of my life I've been a lazy person. I've essentially lived by the philosophy that I was good enough to do anything and, ironically, this kept me from ever committing to anything for fear of proving myself wrong. This was until I first fell in love (well, after Eric - of course ). Because, as I've posted earlier, I committed and got flattened.

Strangely enough, it was really this that got me going. I suppose I just learned how to like myself even with failure. After that I could actually try - and trying got me where I never thought I'd go. I've gotten that same feeling (as ShrinkingWoman's) while walking home from school after talking with professors and realizing that they respect me and my abilities on a professional and personal level. It helps me understand my Dad too - which seems off the wall unrelated, but it's true. I had a latent him sitting inside of me that's secretly addicted to this feeling of joy I'm discussing. It's kinda like wanting to explode because there's just too much inside of you. Sometimes you can't help but laugh with joy.

Oh, and our proposal won. 10 points. I'll really try to be by more often everyone. Take care. Love!