My Spring Break is almost dead, and I must force myself to become motivated, if only for the remaining forty-five days left in this semester. There is still so much to do in such little time. I am stunned by the amount of work left for me to do in these short weeks, as is noted in my previous entry, since I have guaranteed that I will pass so few classes.

I caved and bought four American Idol songs and I've been addicted to them almost non-stop since I purchased them. Three Mindy-Doo songs and one Jordin Sparks song--good stuff.

I am in a little bit of chaos right now, because I'm uncertain of what the hell I'm freaking doing. Whenever I go to Regis, this seems to happen to me. I go into this chaos mode where I go and question everything because I see the lives of those people and try to relate. It is purely enfuriating. I of course respond in the end with hardened resolve.

The only thing I never seem to question when I come back has been my dedication towards never putting myself in a relationship. I know that it's something I can never do because I have so much that I want to achieve. I cannot allow myself to get closed out of my goals because I think that I need to dedicate myself to someone. I have the capacity, but no desire, essentially.

Perhaps it's simply because I am at this point in the semester. Prolonged periods off are bad for my mind.

I think if I do homework, I can bury these worries and get back to my old productivity.