Stress

How I sleep is a sure sign of whether or not I'm stressed. When I am nervous or anxious about something, I usually have a hard time sleeping, tossing and turning. It's usually the night before the first day of class or the night before the start of a new job or the night before finals. Now what does it mean if you sleep too much? Over the weekend I slept a good deal for me - I took a nap for 3 hours on Friday (yes, I partied and danced my ass off the night before at the BOW and woke up for my 8:15 and 9:45AM classes and had a delightful lunch outside in the sunny chiliness with a glass of wine) and then stayed in and slept 9 hours. Great sleep! Then Satuday night I saw an Irish classmate's cousin's band but instead of opting for more dancing and drinking on St. Paddy's Day (!) I missed the party van and headed home to get more sleep!

During the day I was busy getting in touch with contacts and looking for jobs. It was beautiful out but I cooped myself inside. On Sunday, I decided to meet a couple friends to watch 'The Departed' (which I really liked! I discovered that it's loosely based on a Hong Kong movie trilogy which I really liked!) and have some tapas and drinks. I didn't realize how stressed and freaked out I was that I have 2 more weeks of school left. It was a bit overwhelming that this wonderful MBA world was coming to an end. I'm not ready for it!!! After chatting to them about my life's anxieties as it helped that it was an IESE employee and school teacher I was with, I felt a lot better.

Two weeks to go and I have to...go to all my remaining classes (its so difficult to even sit through classes nowadays), finish my last speeches, exams, and group assignments, plan a 2 week trip with my parents to Paris and Italy (although it'll be great to see my folks, it's also a high source of stress if anyone read my Magic Carpet Ride entry from last year), plan a weekend trip in April, apply apply apply for jobs, talk to as many people as possible, plan for a trip when Jenny is visiting (whoo hoo!), plan to go to the MBA Olympics in Paris,...well, I guess I have '24' and sleep for avoidance of reality...

I'm trying to get in awesome shape so if I have to be completely clueless about life, I can at least look good. There's this awesome class that I've been obsessed with going to - G.A.P. which stands for "gluteos, abdominales, y piernas" or a.k.a. "butt, abs, and legs". These are usually the problem areas for women and I am no exception! My butt is killing me as I sit here writing!!!!....and at 1AM I am still up........hmmmmmmm.........