So far, I really hate all my classes except one, which I, sadly, only have once a week. Instead of writing all the time, now my classes just require a lot of reading. That might be nice for some people, but I am a very creative person. I like creating my own pieces of writing, not forcing myself to read someone else's boring writings in a boring textbook about a boring subject.
On top of all the education changes, the weather has changed dramatically. Last semester and at home, it only snowed once, and then it was gone in a day. Here, it hasn't stopped snowing since I've got back and there is at least two feet outside at all times. I like the snow, but only when I don't have to walk through the flakes or the sludge it creates that splashes the back of my pants as I walk.
I think the hardest part of the past two weeks has just been my attitude and health. There's something about the winter that brings out my sad side. Like no matter what I do, I'll always have a bad day.
Similarly, my health has been acting the same. Lately I have been trying to eat healthy, and the lack of healthy food options at my university has always astounded me. I have slowly fallen into the routine of cereal for breakfast, a fruit for lunch, and a salad for dinner - because that is literally my only option.
The blandness of my meals has had an affect on the blandness of my mood. I know the weather doesn't help either, but I always just want to stay crawled up in my bed and watch YouTube videos or Netflix. That is if I feel fine. Other days I will get stuck with a headache and no other option than to just lay in bed and hope it goes away.
Since being back, I always feel sick, like I'm not my fullest. I have headaches which force me to stay in bed or I have a rough night's sleep that makes me want to go to bed at eight o'clock every night. Even when my head hits the pillow, my pillow always seems too hard or too soft. Don't even get me started on the temperature of my actual room. I'm always way too hot or never have enough blankets to keep out the cold.
I used to love my bed here. It is firm and easy to sleep on. Though recently, I want nothing more than to sleep on my bed back at my parent's home. The big, warm, squishy bed where I know I can sleep the full night. Maybe my lack of sleep could even just be from missing my cat, Scooter, who would never leave my side and sleep with me the nights I was home.
All of these drab things combined just made for a very drab two weeks. However, it is still early in the semester. I'm hoping for my sake that I'll slowly fall into a nice routine and I will lose this attitude and the feeling of always wanting a nap. Only time will tell, I guess. Nothing special, but still meaningful.
