Oh God.

In some ways, it's a relief. For the first time in my adolescent/adult life, I can finally say my problems are bad enough that I can't actually feel guilty about what other people are going through. Some of these problems are my fault, others are not. But the reality is, I'm freaking out.

Here's the list:

-I'm in the middle of a personal crisis, reevaluating who I am and what I want out of life for my future and for my relationships
-I have a test tomorrow worth 20%, and I haven't started studying
-I got back to Kingston to find out my stove doesn't work
-for the next three weeks, I have things going on each weekend (QCF stuff)
-for the next four weeks (not including the upcoming one) I have a major essay due each week
- I need to apply for summer jobs
- I have cramps
- I have no money
- I just found out the QCF speaker for this Thursday is cancelling... again.

Okay. Now that I've got all that lined up, I need to go do something about some of it.

Wish me luck.