A lot of expletives
Sep. 26th, 2008 06:32 pmAlright. It's official. I have just about given up what little social life I had left. No, really.
I will admit to resenting some of you with "no time" that still manage to make five billion posts and start memes and etc. Nothing personal, it's just a reminder of how out of it I am.
I will admit to coming home today, getting on the computer, seeing all my emails and just wanting to cry. I need to get it together, because the girlfriend is visiting. Deep breaths.
I'll try to comment on stuff--ya'll are kind enough to listen to my bitching, I owe you some recognition that yes, I am reading.
I just need to calm down, is all. The exam for my FAVORITE CLASS turned out to be a bust, because my crippling "omg I have 50 minutes?!" thing hit and took away all my sense. Thankfully, other than Justin, this seems to have been the case with most, which means a curve. But still. This is my favorite class. This is stuff I enjoy. What the fucking hell.
Think positive. This is totally the kind of shit that triggers my depressive episodes, so it's a damn good thing I'm getting a visit this weekend. Also from my parents (after I've snuck the girlfriend out the window... kidding). I seem to time my near breakdowns well.
But yes, now to clean my room in preparation and avoid getting into any discussions, as I'm likely to get a little snappy. And I don't like being snappy.
This is one of those days I really wish I was a robot.
~Cendri
I will admit to resenting some of you with "no time" that still manage to make five billion posts and start memes and etc. Nothing personal, it's just a reminder of how out of it I am.
I will admit to coming home today, getting on the computer, seeing all my emails and just wanting to cry. I need to get it together, because the girlfriend is visiting. Deep breaths.
I'll try to comment on stuff--ya'll are kind enough to listen to my bitching, I owe you some recognition that yes, I am reading.
I just need to calm down, is all. The exam for my FAVORITE CLASS turned out to be a bust, because my crippling "omg I have 50 minutes?!" thing hit and took away all my sense. Thankfully, other than Justin, this seems to have been the case with most, which means a curve. But still. This is my favorite class. This is stuff I enjoy. What the fucking hell.
Think positive. This is totally the kind of shit that triggers my depressive episodes, so it's a damn good thing I'm getting a visit this weekend. Also from my parents (after I've snuck the girlfriend out the window... kidding). I seem to time my near breakdowns well.
But yes, now to clean my room in preparation and avoid getting into any discussions, as I'm likely to get a little snappy. And I don't like being snappy.
This is one of those days I really wish I was a robot.
~Cendri