I'm totally in love with my own blog. I'm an autoblogophile. So now I am officially writing for my own self-gratification, which should result in more frequent entries. Four times a day, anyone?

It's Thursday and the Spring Semester starts on Monday. It's also my last semester at Mount Holyoke. My therapist keeps asking me how I feel about this (I've started bringing it up more frequently just to show her how gosh darn self-aware I am). Like most impending changes in my life, this one feels too unreal to provoke any anxiety, beyond the anxiety caused by thinking I ought to be anxious about it. I also know from experience that if I try to plan too much or push an agenda on myself, I will rebel and sabotage my own planning. My goal this semester is to ask for HELP from those around me, rather than attempting to take on the whole shebang by myself. That way, I will have accountability to external judges, not simply my own. Also, I will have to work on my issues about pleasing others instead of myself. And take 5 classes and dissect animals and conduct a long-distance relationship. Oh yeah, so do-able.

Today I bought school supplies and narrowly escaped buying all kinds of clothes and underwear I don't need. I think Target uses a combination of airborne GHB, subliminal aural seduction, and zany lighting to entice me into buying at least 5 more items than I intended to buy. Today, I actually took my overflowing basket to an empty aisle, took everything out one by one, and had a good talking-to-myself before I even approached the check out. This resulted in a savings of at least $20. Take that, Target-ers.