For the past several months, all I’ve been doing is thinking.  Each day, a to do list runs through my head on what I still have to do.  I keep thinking about the future, about how everything is going to work, about what I’m going to do, about what’s going to happen.  I’m thinking about my plans for the week, I’m thinking about the shit I’ve got to plan and sort out before I go back to Toronto, I’m thinking about how I’m going to orchestrate the busy few days that I have before my work starts to get furniture, groceries, my luggage from loo, and there’s LOL too.  I’m thinking about my next term and how it’s going to be like, how awkward it will be the first couple days.  I’m thinking about the next school term, and the next next work term, and so on, and how each term will work out for me.  I’m thinking about life after undergrad already and what the fuck I’m going to do, if I’m going to stay in Toronto or go back to Vancouver.  I’m thinking about what my plans would be if I can’t make it to law school.  I’m thinking about marriage, and about which age I should have kids.  Each day, I swear, each of those thoughts have crossed my mind whether it be for a couple minutes, or a slight second.  I’m thinking about shit that’s so far in the future, I don’t even know why that stuff is going through my mind.  I seriously just want to relax and enjoy life.  I want to not give a fuck about anything and have a laissez-faire attitude, even for a day or two.  I try to look forward to the future, but all I see is uncertainty and a complex and tiresome road ahead.