I refuse to give into Stress.

So back in January I made this goal, and that goal was to write into this blog every week.  I promptly failed.  Consecutively actually.  However I am here to justify my actions.  Because I wouldn't be an adult unless I could tell you all the reasons I failed to do something.
School has been way lately, I am planning a wedding, and I still work 5 days a week.  Things can get pretty hoppin', especially when I procrastinate my homework.  (Like right now as I sit typing this in the Engineer's building on campus with no shoes on.)  But the more exciting reason is that for the past little bit I've been writing for an online magazine!  Now I don't get paid or anything but it's been giving me great experience and helping my published portfolio grow.  The magazine is called Her Campus and I write for the Utah chapter.  If you ever get bored of me here, you should check out my work there because those articles at least have an editor screening them.

Anyway, going back to the title of this post... Stress is trying to destroy my life.  And he's being a punk about it.  "Oh Aimee, you need to do this quiz before midnight."  "Oh Aimee, you forgot to highlight this one part of that one customer's contract."  "Oh Aimee, the necklaces you ordered for the girls in your bridal party came in the wrong color."  "Oh Aimee, your feet hurt but it's socially unacceptable to walk around in public bare foot."  Shut up Stress blob!

Even though Stress is up my butt, I refuse to be swayed by his excessive anxiety pricks.  I REFUSE TO MELT AWAY IN A PIT OF DEPRESSION.  Because with finals coming up, if there is one thing I don't have time for it's this emotional train wreck nonsense.

Also I wonder if anyone has noticed I'm not wearing shoes yet.  They all seem to be engrossed in projects.  Eh, even if they did notice I wouldn't care.  I PAID FOR THIS PRIVILEGE.  Like with thousands of dollars so, back off brah.

I had a bunch of things I wanted to write about, but I can't think of any of them now that I have a computer in front of me... I'll think of it later.  Thanks for bearing with me.  Peace out.  (That was really lame.)