Insomniac's Rant.

I know I've been extremely whiny lately and I promise it will be all over soon...but for now, I must rant.

I'm kind of depressed that I had to give my dead week up for yearbook. While most people head off to the beach or to exotic locales for a final, carefree week with their friends, I have been cooped up in my room, sitting in front of a computer screen. I have spent little to no time with my friends in our final days "together". Add on to that, the fact that I will spend very little time with them in the upcoming week for Senior Week since I have still further to go with the book.

I have been in various states of denial about the book over the past couple weeks. Sometimes I'm optimistic that it will come out great, and that it will be worth my time in the end to have a beautiful 270-paged labor of love. Most of the time I'm just bitter that I had to give up my Dead Week and Senior Week because for the most part, people are flakes.

Can you tell that I'm in the latter end of the spectrum right now? (That usually happens after the sun starts coming up and I still haven't been able to go to bed).

My goal in working so hard over dead week and not travelling was to get far enough in the book to feel comfortable and guilt-free enough to go to the big senior gala at Mt. Hope. I realized tonight that I will not make it. Not guilt-free anyway. Not only will the book not be anywhere near ready, but I would need to somehow find a formal dress in the time between now and Wednesday evening and Williamstown is in the middle of nowhere in terms of finding said item. Hopeless.

Of course, all is not lost: I'm happy with my finished sections of the book. I would go so far as to say that I'm in love with them. It's the other 100 pages that I worry about.

In case this post made you fear for my sanity and well-being, don't worry. I'm still happy and thankful for everything. I'm even grateful for the opportunity to undertake the challenge -- it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I totally dig that. I just like to bitch about it every once and a while (read: A LOT). If you bump into me in the near future I might even be pleasant to be around...maybe.