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What happened to the days where my biggest concern was what Barbie wore when she married Ken?

I decided that life is a lot more enjoyable when you don't have a billion different commitments beating down on you every second of the day. It's impossible to truly enjoy something and be in the moment when all I can think about is the next thing I have to do. It's actually quite exhausting.
I can't remember when life stopped being fun and started being nothing but work, but I have a sneaking suspicion it was probably somewhere around the time I stopped playing with Breyer horses and Barbie.
I'm beginning to see a pattern this semester: about every 2 weeks I have to sit down and refocus everything. My goals for training, my study habits, my social life (or lack thereof), work, lab...I think my next 2 week round is coming in the next day or two.
Looking forward to it!
Today I also got really, really, really homesick for my friend Dave and decided I hate Germany. Last semester he was my, "go to guy" for everything - and I mean everything - and not having that is absolutely awful. He was the person I texted while waiting in lines just to say I hate waiting in lines. His is the apartment I crashed at almost every other weekend third semester. He cheered me with his antics, amazing cooking, ridiculous t-shirts, and amazing sense of humor. We could sit for hours doing absolutely nothing and have the absolute best time. We stole traffic cones, scoped out weed, and (my absolute favorite) annoyed the shit out of Colin. He completely shaped the beginning of my year and not having my best guy friend just sucks!!! And I won't get to see him until August. When he comes back to BU I'm going to be on him like glue - he's going to get so sick of me =) It actually just makes me appreciate him that much more, not like I didn't already.
I should really be doing my study guides for my exams next week.
See? I can't even blog anymore.

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