What do you do when you feel like you're drowning in work? Is this the story of every undergrad's life? I have a day's worth of lessons I have to plan for tomorrow (sorry, make that in 6 hours), 3 weeks of lessons I need for Friday, two exams on Thursday, my billion-page honours thesis due next week (at the latest by Wed.), and I start teaching on next Wed. My problem is I know I can handle all these things. My other problem is that I won't handle them well. My huge problem is that I think something is wrong with me physically and I'm currently ignoring it because I have these billions of things I need to get through. I've been feeling nautious on and off for the past couple of weeks. I'm not sure what it is, but I don't think it's good. Sigh. I promised myself I would not sacrifice myself physically for school anymore, but here I am again. Lord, help me to get my priorities straight. Help me to "Love the Lord with all your heart, with all my heart, with all my soul and with all my strength." (Deut. 6:5) Help me to stop expending my precious energy on useless endeavours. Help me to focus my maximum strength on loving You.

I think I've decided that my blog colour scheme is too girly. Come on, PURPLE?? What exactly was I thinking? And not just any purple, but a LILAC-y sort of purple. Sigh. Frankly, I'm too tired to change it. It was a pain finding colours I thought went well together in the first place, and I really don't want to wade through a billion colours again to find another scheme. I am really impartial to the blue-orange colour scheme though. My friend's blog has those colours, and I rather enjoy it! :) But really, my sudden dislike of purple actually comes from years of not wanting to be too girly. I think I always wanted to compete with guys, to be as smart as them, as funny as them, as strong as them (ahahaha, good one!), and in general, I really competed with guys in being guys. But I'm not a guy. I'm a girl. Elisabeth Elliot talks a lot in her book, Let me Be a Woman, about how women are constantly trying to compete with men in being men. This is an inaccurate and unhealthy view. If you're going to compete at something, compete at whatever the mjob is. If you want to be a pilot, compete with men in being a pilot. But don't compete with men in being men. It's impossible, first of all, because physically, I'm a woman. Second, I think it's so important to embrace who you are. It's taken me a while to be comfortable with being a girl, with having doors held open for me (I now LOVE this), with getting help carrying my heavy loads, etc. but in the end, it's rather nice. :)

On another note concerning male and female differences, did you know that women have more sweat glands on their backs and on the backs of their legs than men do? Men have more sweat glands on the bottoms of their feet, though. Yes, there IS a reason for those ultra-smelly socks.

What's the moral of today's entry? I'm going to a fancy dinner on Saturday and heck, I might even wear heels. Yay girliness!

Have you ever spent the entire night out in the city? It's surprisingly hard to find things to do. It's funny, too, because the Toronto Star had an article in it today about the city's nightlife and it had a list of things to do at 3am. One was bowling. No thanks. THere's no need to embarass myself that badly that late at night. The other was eating. Normally fantastic, unless you're full. So what do you do? You play in parks. THe city's undiscovered night life is at the parks. THat's right, you can go and rediscover your youth without getting strange looks from parents with their toddlers. You don't have to wait in line for the slide that you don't fit into anyway. You might even see a bunny scamper across the lawn! (No joke, I really saw a bunny.) Trying to recapture your youth does have some disturbing realizations, however.

1) You realize you don't have the ab muscles to pull a Superman on the swings anymore;
2) Your big bum/hips will never fit into the kiddie swing seat;
3) Your feet touch the ground when hanging from the monkey bars;
4) You're smart enough to discover that the cool tubing system that "lets you speak to other ppl across the park" doesn't really work;
5) You get nautious a billion times faster from twirling on the swings;
6) You have a billion more important things stuffed in your pockets that you're in danger of losing while you prance around a park.

Sigh, so it was a good, kinda chilly night of attempting to recapture my fleeting youth. Go Toronto Parks!

May God forgive me for ever thinking that there is any time or place in my life where He should not be first. Lord, help me to do less in working for you and do more in becoming like You.

The Mitchell's sale started on Thursday this week, so I got to pop by yesterday. I knew "Every Woman's Battle" was on sale, and I just happened to have a gift certificate so I went to buy it. And I am so glad I did! I started reading it yesterday, and I'm definitely "enjoying" it so far. I say "enjoying" because I'm not sure I absolutely "enjoy" hearing about the things that bother me in my life, the impure emotions, thoughts, etc. that I have. I think it's very well-written and straightforward. It's been a good kick in the pants for me. Why do I have such problems being vulnerable? Sigh. Well, more on the book and my vulnerability when there's more time.

Why does Blogger hate me so?

Well, I've always been a bandwagon jumper for sports playoffs, so why not blogs, too?