Lately life has been bumming me out. My new schedule is pretty much what the rest of my life will look like. And I honestly am not sure I'm quite ready for it. Not having one day to rest. Always having to get up early. Long days. And even longer nights. At least in another year of so I'll be done with school for awhile, if not forever. That will be one thing to check off the list. But work will fill that spot. I don't want to have to take work home with me so that will shorten my nights as well. And I will hopefully be doing something with my major instead of the typical day at J.Crew, so that will make the getting up in the morning all the easier when it's a work day. So maybe I'm cut out for it? Maybe? Then come the kids. In 4-5 years I want to have child number one. Then life is over for 24 years. (That's how long it will take for all the children to leave the house) And I'm just beginning to understand the slightest bit what motherhood will be like. And I only have the teeniest, tiniest idea. I will love it, but it will be tiresome. And then when all the children are in school, perhaps I'll get a part time job again. And then I'll come home to the madness that will be the Ivesons. Oh life. It's all coming so fast.

My wonderful and dear friend Kristin and I were thinking the other day of how it's been SO long since we were 10. But 30 will be here before we know it. It seems like it takes half the time to age once you're older. I just turned 20 and I can see 30 coming up quickly: married to an amazing man, three kids in the family, a cute little house with a yard, a german shepherd and perhaps a butterscotch kitten, and me the stay at home mom and homemaker. It seems like it's just around the corner, but 10 does seem like forever ago!

I think I have some form of illness this semester. I don't want to go get checked up, but if it lasts I'm going to find myself sleeping for 16 hours of the day and only waking for 8. It won't be good. I'm just going to have to be careful and if it gets close to that point, go find myself a good doctor. If I can hold out until Thanksgiving I have an appointment then while I'm home.

Other than that. I have determined that I definitely was not cut out for living with roommates. Yes, it's about 3 years too late to discover that point. But it's almost over. Then all I'll have to put up with is the handsome roommate I'll be sharing a bunk with for 70-odd years. And that will make it all alright. It won't matter then.

College is just college. I have to keep reminding myself that. It isn't really the rest of my life.