The unfamiliar feeling of not being tense.

Today after handing in my World lit paper*, finishing and sending away my admissions essay for King's and finally doing my practice IB English oral commentary, I felt something I haven't felt in a while: room to breathe. I've been struggling under a constant avalanche of work since the start of the year and it feels good to finally see something come to a conclusion. Especially so many things in one day, the same day that I get over my cold. I'm not wading through stress, mental strain and self doubt for a change.

Tomorrow, I have things to do but then I have the evening off. I can curl up and do things that aren't school related. I'm determined to create a napping playlist for a time in the distant future when the opportunity arises to take a nap. That probably won't happen for a while because work has robbed me of my ideal Sunday afternoon nap slot.

One week until March break! My family is going to NYC for a few days and damn I'm excited. I've been to London, Amsterdam, Nairobi and Reykjavik but not NYC a mere 10 hours drive away. I really really like cities and in three years the only big city I've been to is Boston.

* World Literature is an IB paper that was started in October and has since endured two thoroughly criticized drafts before the final copy that finally gets sent away for real marking. It's such a infamously grueling paper that when we hand in the final copy our teacher gives us a high five and a timbit. It isn't easy to get an IB teacher to 'a high five and timbits' levels of sympathy.
Hearts,
-J-

A point form list of things 2.0

• I'm adjusting to life after the yearbook crunch. Lunch hours are a thing and during class I actually work on that class.
• I wasn't joking when I said yearbook owned my soul for a few weeks because the last two weeks are a blur and I don't think I've socialized more than twice. I pass people in the hallways and I feel reunited with them. My face is significantly less frazzled.
• I'm procrastinating from revising my World Literature paper for IB for the last time. I need to make it more thorough while cutting 156 words and this process is going to maim me to some degree.
• It doesn't help that I have a sinus headache from not being able to breathe through my nose. My entire body hurts from coughing and sneezing my way through the past few days.
• I'm currently witnessing my youth leader live tweet youth group because I'm too sick to go tonight.
• I haven't been to the library for a really long time and that makes me sad. I also need to check out some books on the Hitler Youth for a history project. 
• I really want to go to bed but this damned essay and it's only 8. I can probably make it through at least two paragraphs tonight.
• I want to go to the coffee house tomorrow because funny things happen. I also want to convince Alan to do stupid things in front of an audience. Last one I got him to read this poem in front of several dozen people as I consider it my revenge upon him for being a bitch ass hoe sometimes. I'm awful.
• I voted for myself today for my school's Chamber of Representatives, which is student council's fancy way of making people feel obligated to show up to meetings so they can have the required number of people to vote on finances. I don't know why I volunteered to be nominated but I think it was mostly me trying to prove to myself that I can get democratically elected for something. Narcissistic asshole FTW. But I guess I'll care and stuff.  
• My law class on a good day contains about five intelligent beings. The teacher is fantastic but his classes unfortunately attract a disproportionately large amount of burnouts. I get 'randomly' selected often when he needs someone to state an intelligent opinion. The class makes me feel above average for a change- a perk of taking some non-IB courses. Again, my ego benefits. 

Hearts,
-J-

A point form list of things.

• The other section editor and I made our yearbook deadline and both the student editors and faculty supervisors told me they were pleasantly surprised that we pulled through. Considering making my life motto "Keep people's expectations of you low so that you can pleasantly surprise them." 
• Yearbook being over means that I have free lunch hours again and that is an unfamiliar concept to me.
• Being sick is awful. Being sick with a list of six or seven things you need to do within the week is especially awful.
• As my English teacher suggested, The Newsroom is a very well written and well done show and I feel like it contributes some value to my sick day even though I feel up to nothing.
• At least the one person who was able to took my shift tonight so I don't have to go through the stages of apathy, exhaustion, losing my voice and generally not feeling in a cheerful service job mood.
• The only reason I considered not calling into work was because a ton of yogurt is expiring tonight and I was going to snag it up for packed lunches.
• My grandmother finished my prom dress and it's pretty classy. My grandmother is the only reason I've ever willingly acquired any domestic skills. What a boss.
• I should knit something because I haven't for a really long time.
• Last week Maegan and I decided that we really want to go to the Montreal Jazz festival this summer. Because adventuring 900km via bus for the purposes of jazz and Montreal sounds like the best notable summer thing. I figure that I need to do one thing this summer that's notable other than baristaing part time with intermittent panic attacks about the future.

Hearts, -J-

New ventures.

Guys, firstly I want to say that I'm not abandoning you and I'll keep updating here.

But I'm starting a new blog more dedicated to creative writing.

I started this blog when I was 14 and therefore I have three and a half years of material behind me. There's a lot of things I want to post that I feel don't fit with the general template I've set up for myself. That's why I'm starting this guy. But regular programming will continue here.

Right here. You should totes follow it and see whatever direction it takes as I see whatever direction it takes.

(And the title of it is a reference to a line in One Day More from Les Mis because I'm going through a phase and it struck me as a good blog title.)
Hearts,
-J-