God, How Much Has Happened in Two Months

For some strange reason, I am gripped to write on here about the last two months, and like always, it will probably be dreadfully brief.

First front: School.

1) My virgin essay turned out to be a resounding success, and having reread it several times, I am utterly convinced that it's one of my finest works I've ever written. Considering that writing is one of the few things about myself that I take pride in, this is a huge statement on my part. Several people who have read it said it belongs in a journal, including a PhD (granted, he's a completely different field...).

2) Mexico had a few ups and downs, especially when it came to the book reviews and having an adequate essay topic for this semester. I don't really think my topic is going to be viable next semester, and I may have to change directions significantly, perhaps again towards something connected with religious history (if I ever have to choose a thematic history, this will be it).

In all, things went well, as I ended up with straight A's.

Second front: Work.

1) This has by and large caused an incredible amount of stress in my life, and I grow increasingly tired of my job daily. It doesn't pay what I would like, and I impose this inordinate amount of expectations on myself (to check in the most patients, to make all my calls by a certain time, to file everything known to man by a certain time, etc.) where by the end of my day, I can actually feel about a month of my life shortened.

2) I've tried a few times looking for a different job, but have had no success.

Third front: Irish dance

1) This is one of the few great successes I have had, as I'm slowly but surely getting my steps together for my first feis next month...

Fourth front: Romance

1) This has been a total and unmitigated disaster; such that I have resolutely confined myself not to date again. After the whole Thom fiasco (surprisingly, we haven't killed each other.....yet.....), I went out on a date with a guy in Denver, and we chatted a while before he totally disappeared. The guy who followed was frankly crazy and said on the second date that he was in love with me. Stupidly, I let this continue for a couple more weeks until the insanity of my life prevented any meetings, wherein I came to my senses. I was flattered by compliments too readily and gave myself away to someone who didn't merit me.

Thereafter, I went out on a couple dates with a champion dancer, and was led to the same conclusions as my post-Thom experience, overall disappointment and a sense of rejection. I offered to go out to dinner and heard nothing for almost 5 days. Obviously, not the sign of someone interested in me.

As a consequence of all of this, I feel tired, and frankly, I've entered a depressed state, only dragging myself through on force. I long so desperately to just sleep in bed all day, and lament my existence, but being forced to work, to put some ridiculous smile on my face, and pretend to be happy to avoid answering questions about what's wrong with me.

I'm actually quite tired of my life right now, and I really could use something to just shake it up a little. Anyways, that's my brief on my life right now.