Okay, so I'm moving out of the summer of glorious approval.

This is the third week of the semester and what do I have to show for it? Well, I've beaten Jak&Daxter and modeled a stud-without-a-head. And I know a bit about what womens' lives were like in Ancient Greece. My alternator is still hovering around in the underbelly of my car, I'm out of soap, deodorant, and milk, and my account balance at the bank is at... well, it's at $649 but my landlady hasn't cashed my two-months'-rent-and-three-months'-utilities $885 check yet. What delight. Two of my professors have been avoiding looking at me because they're afraid to ask about the projects I'm working on for them. One person showed up to the Gamers' Guild meeting last night. I haven't applied to even one grad school yet.

There's something to make your head spin. I hope they're all going at different times for you like they are in my browser.

I think our lives move in cycles. We get going, get good (or bad), learn a lesson, and then we start from even again. Or we start from a moderately higher place - but still lower than the peak of our last cycle. That's where I am now. I'm at that trough just waiting for my next peak. I think I've about maxed-out school accomplishment cycle for now, which should make for a comfortable and easy next few years in that respect. Maybe it'll be work or relationship based. Maybe physical, maybe spiritual. I suppose we'll see. Maybe organizational. I could use that.

I have this chest at home that's filled with just about everything I've ever written or drawn. I rarely open it, but it gives me a good bout of nostalgia when I do. All my old homework assignments are in there too - from way back when I remembered how to do calculus.

What I'm getting at is that I need a better way to keep track of my accomplishments. Ha! That was a good transition - but seriously, keeping track of all the kick-ass things I've done, jobs I've held, presentations I've given; I've forgotten most of that. I'm not even sure I remember all the jobs I've had. I wrote an application letter to a grad school and totally forgot to say anything about my two semesters as a Teaching Assistant.

Plus, I haven't gone to work out once this semester. I've gone to water polo twice, but I don't really count that.

The point of all of this is that I need better organization. I don't think that it's so much being busy that gets things done, but the fact that when you're busy you have to have everything scheduled. Last semester I had Saturdays and Sundays completely unscheduled. I think I'll stick with that. It's time to put the rest of my life back into little boxes though. I need another job as well. Hmm... there are interesting possibilities there.

Okay well, I've gotta get to work writing this stuff out. One-two, one-two. Tootles!