for some reason

i have been having fierce cravings to write.
i usually have these cravings when i am upset or frustrated.
seeing as how i am both, i guess this overactive blogging makes sense.

i was going to leave one phrase to describe everything i was feeling.

"... and so it begins."

this one phrase has so much meaning to it- it can be positive, negative, and/or neutral.

here is what i'm thinking/feeling-

1. and so begin the shorter conversations.
2. and so begin the papers (1-2), presentation (1), and exams (2) this month.
3. and so begin the lack of sleep, me biting everyone's head off, and the obsession with APA-style format in all my papers.
4. and so begins another contemplation on grad school. have i made the wrong decision? should i transfer?
5. and so begins (or continues, in this case) my debt. frustration = spending money on one of two things. shoes/clothes&music. i'm headed to amoeba this weekend, friends or not.
6. and so begins me reevaluating my life. i cower in the face of change. it's sad and immature. i still do it.
7. and so begins the sleepless nights either writing/thinking.

eff february. i'd rather have the ides of march.