My 26th birthday was uneventful, just like any other day passing by.  I was supposed to go to an interview for a part time job, very similar to the job I have now.  I didn’t get to go because my mom started having a panic attack about leaving her alone in the house, so I had to cancel.  There goes my part time plan.  We did get to eat at restaurant for lunch. I did submit my doctoral application, so hopefully I will get accepted.  Part of me still wishes I could go somewhere like Columbia or Johns Hopkins, but it is what is.  Desire can lead to suffering.  If I worry too much about the things I can’t have, it just becomes worse. 

Currently, I’m wondering what’s the point of working on my MLIS degree other than just wanting it “just in case.” I have this research class where I need to write a grant proposal.  I haven’t even written my weekly class discussions yet.  I also need to finish grading all these papers.  There are so many things I want to do to feed my artistic side, but there are many other practical things that I need to do, for instance, keeping my house clean.  Why can’t my house stay clean!? It’s clean for a day and the next it’s a disaster.  Then of course the papers I need to grade.  I could be grading them now, but instead I’m writing.  I want to work on a daily journal(this could be it) and a collage a day.  I’ve been thinking about shutting of the television for good, but the new season of shows just started.  I want to read more anyway (and need to).  I also need to manage my time better and stay organized so I won’t need so much ”me” time.  I’ll figure it out one day.