(Almost) Weekly Wednesday: We're Late and Sorry

Hello Friends!

First, I want to extend my most sincere apologies to you as Meg and I have barely posted a thing in the past month. I'll get to that in a minute. For now, Happy November! We hope you had a lovely Halloween and that you either gave or received lots of candy.

FUN FACT: One year for Halloween, I dressed up as a Kit-Kat bar. Two people took my picture.

Anyways, onto why Meg and I haven't posted a gosh darn thing in the past little bit.

I have forgotten how to read.

Okay, not LITERALLY. I suppose I should say that I've forgotten ABOUT reading. It isn't because I don't want to either, oh no! Here's the thing. I'm in the International Baccalaureate Programme (IB), or at least a part of it, anyways. In case you don't know what that is, let me provide for you a link: http://www.ibo.org/ 

If you read through all of that, you will see that I am insanely swamped and overwhelmed. At the moment, I'm feeling guilty about going on a trip this weekend because I have a lab report due on Monday. I have little to no time to read or write or think about anything besides numbers, chemisty and Macbeth (fabulous play, by the way).

But the sad thing is that I love it.

I don't exactly love all of the work, and sometimes I just want to scream. But when I get a paper back with a good mark, or I see that my teachers are impressed, I feel unbelievably proud. For nerds like myself, there is no better feeling than knowing that someone is pleased with your intellectual abilities. Heck, there's no better feeling than knowing that YOUR intellectual abilities are up to par. It's a real self-esteem booster, let me tell you that much.

Yes, I may be exhausted and have bags under my eyes. Yes, I might have been letting you guys down, and I'm insanely sorry for that. But I'm enjoying myself. I feel like I'm running on a moving sidewalk, and I'm going miles faster than I should be, but that's okay. With that feeling is also an exhilaration, and pretending I'm Superwoman. And sometimes, I scrounge for points so hard I feel like Mario attacking bricks and stomping on Goombas. And sometimes, I realize that I'm so delusional, I'm picturing myself as fictional characters.

Back to the main point. I love reading, and I love writing for you guys, but I just can't right now. I'm trying really hard to finish a book at the moment, and I'll  have a review up shortly. Until then, reread through some of our old ones, or go look for free samples of products. What those things have in common, I have no idea.

I'm an IB student, not a genius.

Your Superwoman,
Elizabeth