I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding— certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them- Mr. Darcy

I guess its time to blog. Lately I haven't really felt like typing anything (scratch that, I typed... and then unpublished... yay common sense).  My life has been boring since I caught up on all of my homework, I even got 11 hours of sleep last night. Talk about success!  Or not.  I am meandering around my life, still trying to figure everything out.

One thing I know for sure.  I found my weakness that Satan loves to hit me on.  Self-doubt and negativity.  Which I was feeling a lot of today. I just don't know where my life is going.  I can't see through the grey to find the me I want. I know I want to serve the guy up stairs, I just don't know if I am capable.  Or strong enough.  I just need to keep working and maybe by some miracle I will find a way to make it.  Indeed I learned today that "I have faults enough."

In other news I made no money at work. Wah! I hope and pray this picks up soon. How will I ever pay for college?