It's been a long, long time since I've written a journal entry, and I'm sick of seeing the previous one every time I check this website.
I've traded in my obsession with Markiplier for one with Jacksepticeye. I'm complete Undertale trash after watching Jack complete his pacifist and genocide runs, and I'm rather sad that I can't be actual friends with Papyrus, Undyne, and Napstablook.
I only have one more semester before I finish my undergraduate degree. I'll be waiting anxiously until March to hear back from the seven universities I've applied to. Until then, I start Astrophysics on Tuesday, among other courses, and have a thesis to write. I have no idea what happens after May. Wherever I go for grad school, I'm going to miss all my friends, my family, and everything else familiar to me. Part of me wants to stay busy doing physics and astronomy, but another part wants to take it relatively easy. I may visit faraway friends over the summer, or finally give some form to the ghosts of creative projects that have been floating around in my head. Most of them Undertale-related.
I'm always tired. And I discovered at a conference last week that I'm struggling to fit into my dress pants and my favorite jeans. I'm tired of being tired and tired of being alone. One of the major goals of the next few months is to take better care of myself as I wrap things up at school. Less drive-thru food, more time on my feet, more time with my friends, and maybe even some Sunday afternoons at the gym, once it warms up.
This is my year, dammit.