Living to work or working to live?

As everyone already knows, I tend to be a little bit of a workaholic. I work and work and work and sometimes I stop to play. However I think I always work because usually I have nothing better to do. Once and awhile something better comes along and changes that perspective. Today I took my Hindi quiz (epic fail anyone?). Shailesh gave me an extra .5 points as a benefit of the doubt. He said he knew I know the material, I just have a hard time showing it. Eh. I guess that's mostly true. I do know a lot of the material, but sometimes it's really hard to get it to come out. I should know by now to concentrate on the new words we learn, but I think that'll be changing really quickly. Now there are more rules and things of that nature to learn.

But today was nice. After taking my quiz, I stayed around to chat with Shailesh about India and traveling. Then I ran through the Hail storm to my apartment and just chilled. Soon it was time to go to the ARC for rock climbing. Almost everyone was there. Myself, Stacy, Julia, Steve, Julia's friend Mike, Jenna, Bre, Billy... it was a party on the wall. I feel bad cheating as much as I do climbing, but by golly, I just love climbing. It's so fun to feel that challenge. After running with Nick and biking/lifting with James, my muscles are killing me, but eh. It's good to work out and kick one's butt every so often.

So now Eric's here and we are just chilling on our computers, not really talking, but just being near each other. It's nice and peaceful. Reminds me that I work to live, and work isn't everything.

Hand-Off

So life sure can be funny. Eric mentioned to me that he's used to having a lot of female friends. And I said that I have a lot of guy friends, so not to worry. Case in point... Nick and I had class till 6 and walked home. Then we met up at the ARC and ran 2 miles together. As we were leaving I ran into James and biked with him for another 30 minutes. Then we did upper body lifting and a quick abs workout. James offered to take me home, and I ended up making dinner for him. Eric showed up to get his bike while James and I were eating. And now I'm off to Eric's. It's weird. I like being alone, but I have a penchant for hanging out with a lot of my guy friends. I just want a night to myself. Ugh. And yet... maybe I don't.

80% huh?

SO what is it? What it 80%? Is it good enough? Is it not good enough? Will it matter? Why does Dr. Phil say as long as there's 80% then the other 20% doesn't matter? I just don't know. There are so many things to think about. Too many things to know. So many unanswered questions. Where are we? Where am I? What does the future look like? What would our relationship look like? Would I love it or would it drive me crazy? How weird is too weird? What battles would I fight? How easily would I lose myself? Am I strong enough? How can I be a "good patient" and not even remember it? Why did those graham crackers taste so dang good today? Why do I.V.'s make me cry? How come my mom drives me crazy but is the one person I trust to make sure I'm fine when things get tough? Why did our relationship suck? Does she know how much I love her? Why am I so unfeeling and harsh sometimes?