study love

I'm tired.

It's 12:16 on a Saturday night and I'm studying. I should want to be out playing. But really... I just want to be sleeping. So, seeing as I'm pretty sure there will be nothing more productive out of me tonight I figured I'd blog it out.

..This was a good weekend..

Softball intramurals Thursday,

*I'm going to need some batting practice*

Dancing with the classmates last night,
*Me and G-money heading to the club*

hiking this morning,
*3 mile hike to Dog Lake, a great way to start the day*

kicking it with my study group
and
doing work on biochem and physio tonight.

In the past I might be upset about having to study on a Saturday night. But about an hour ago *before I lost my study groove to my body's need for sleep* I caught myself smiling. I was smiling because I realized that it was a Saturday night. That I was studying. And that I was loving it.

I'm not sure when this transition came about.
**When did studying actually became enjoyable?**

My guess is it has something to do with the people I'm with
...my classmates who are becoming amazing friends, supports, and family...
and what I'm studying
...I love learning about the body...

Either way, I figured this was something worth documenting.
That's right folks...

**This closet nerd is officially out of the closet.**