burnout

ahhh...okay. I have decided that my "vacation" wasn't a vacation. For those of you who haven't heard me complain recently, please note that I haven't had a break from school since Christmas last year. Spring Break, I studied, my 2 week summer break was spent writing a paper so I am suffering from a combination of senioritis and burnout. Last weekend we were supposed to to Chicago for the "Tar Strek" convention (DH is a HUGE fan), which I thought- hey at least I will get out of town. I sit in a classroom for anywhere from 4-10 hours a day and I have a 3 hour commute 4 days a week. This "vacation" of ours was 6 hours there and back plus 12 hours a day doing what??? oh, that's right- sitting in a chair listening to people TALK...and what's worse they were talking about a show that aired 40 years ago. FOR 3 DAYS!!!! I'm just sitting here thinking- god this must be what it is like to be a senator from like Montana- everyone else is discussing crap that has ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with me. To me, vacation is supposed to be about escaping from it all. Really I just drove right into it. DH had a GREAT time and I'm glad because he was really starting to stress me out. I told him that we would never again go more than 6 months without some sort of vacation. It's sad when you go on vacation and have nothing to look forward to other then eating. So here I am back at school. We leave tonight to go to a wedding in WI which means its 12 hours there and another 12 back- so out of the next 3 days, I will spend a full 24 hours doing what??? (oh come on chorus line) setting on my ass in a car for an 8 minute ceremony.
On the lighter side of things, DH managed to ransack my study (again) and put clean clothes on the bed (again) and papers all in the floor (again). So to retailate I shredded all of the papers in the floor and I don't have the energy to do the bed. Which means- I can't study at home, I can't study in the library at school because our money-sucking check cashing university thought it would be a great idea to do construction in the middle of the day in the middle of the semester.
AHHH! Yes, I know i'm a bitch. but if i don't blog it, I'll go home and pick fights just for the hell of it so that I can resurrect OUR #1 underlying issue that cannot be resolved unless one of us gives in which will never happen because we are both exteremly hard headed and uncompromising on that particular subject. Just think though, it could be worse- I could talk to you about it in person.