My Hope

So I'm coming up on what I hope to be the final fall semester of my undergraduate life and I am freaking out. I've actually been freaking out for the better part of a month now and I don't see that it's doing me any good. Because it's supposed to be my final year, it's my last chance to get things right before I lose my real world buffer and have to do things like account for various utility bills, depend on a job as a principle means of income, and file taxes. I'm concerned about money is what I'm trying to say. Graduating will also leave me bereft of any excuse not to aggressively pound the pavement trying to be an actor. This has to be the time when I get things done and get everything right. I had it in my mind that I would come into this year with a perfect slate: my schedule all mapped out, my room in perfect condition for productivity, my school supplies organized, and all of my little administrative ducks in line. By the last Monday before classes, I was supposed to be able to simulate the rigor of the school year...It's Thursday. I'll be getting new roommates some time tomorrow and my space still isn't in the condition it should be in for school. I've overslept every morning before today. I don't know what my work schedule will be for when I have class. None of this is any huge detriment to the success of the year as yet, but the results of my goal for August don't bode well for my goals for the year. I'm hoping that keeping track of my progress will keep me on track. I'm hoping accounting for myself over this period of time will make me more accountable. And, despite my less-than-stellar trak record with keeping a blog (http://muzzybarker.blogspot.com/), I think it's the easiest way to keep my eyes on the ball. Here's hoping.