Is this thing on?

So, at the beginning of the school year, I had this great idea to blog and share my life with the ether of the internet, just in case anyone was looking. I had googled "College at thirty" and all I could find were newspaper articles about people going to college at thirty and changing their lives, blah blah blah, aren't they special cakes. I also thought I would want to tell everyone in my classes about my blog to try and get more readership, and one of my teachers even has us post on a message board and her blog, and I could write in my blog's name, but...I don't know, I guess I prefer anonymity. And it's not like I talk about them, either! I'm crazy, I know.

School is kicking my butt. It's HARD. It's challenging, but I like it. We've finally gotten to a point in my Algebra class where I don't feel completely lost. In fact, I think I'm doing pretty well. We'll see; I took a quiz last night.

I have to give a presentation in my English class about grass-fed beef, which is a passion of mine. I tried to give it last week, but the disk wouldn't work, and I couldn't download it from my e-mail, and the more I tried, the more nervous and upset I got, and then I started shaking and sweating and feeling like an idiot. The professor told me to just do it this week instead, so that's what I'm going to do tonight.

And then I'm going to sleep. A lot.

Yeah, I'm totally into this...

If someone was looking for a blog to follow because they're thinking of going to college at or after the age of 30, I probably totally let them down (sorry) these last few weeks. Stuff happens. I had a birthday, I've been studying for mid-terms (my college starts in August, so this week we have mid-terms), and I look at this blank screen and can't think of anything to write that's even remotely interesting. My life is really boring right now. Work, home, school, gym, lather, rinse, repeat...

Anyway, this morning as I was getting ready for work, I remembered that I wanted to bring some running shoes with me to keep in my locker because my co-worker and I have decided to jog during lunch. It was raining really hard this morning, though, so I thought I'd wear the running shoes (they're white, so I hardly ever wear them at home) to work and pack my cute little ballet flats in my gym bag. I decided to throw on my windbreaker, too, since I'll need it for this afternoon's jog. I saw my reflection as I stopped for gas, and I decided to text my mom about it with the final comment of "I'm turning into my mother!"

She wrote me back with, "That's nothing. I couldn't find my glasses. Guess what? They were on my head. I don't know WHO I'm turning into!"