Sorry for being so off and off-the-grid lately.
Sorry for being so strange.
Sorry for being so childish when now I am an official adult.
Sorry for feeling so old when I'm still so young.
And sorry for saying sorry so much when there really isn't anything to be sorry about.
Blah blah self pity, blah blah sick, blah blah not eating, blah blah useless words.
"I talk because I feel, and I talk to you because I want you to know how I feel.Hugh Prather, Notes to Myself
My statements are requests.
My questions are statements.
My trivia is an invitation to be friends.
My gossip is a plea: Please see me as incapable of that. Please respect me.
My arguments insist: I want you to show respect for me by agreeing with me. This is the way I say it is.
And my criticism informs you: You hurt my feelings a minute ago."
Note to Lyra:
Please remember next time that your car needs to be dug out of the snow while the sun is still up and the temperature is at least thinking of being above zero. We thank you.
Sincerely, Lyra's fingers.
Okay, so I somehow managed to mix up my dates and forget the fact that I have my Day 1 classes again on Monday, before exam week starts...
Aaaand I was up until 3 AM last night putting together my sketchbook and paintings, mistakenly thinking that today was my last Day 1 and I had to get everything in.
Who just passed her driver's roadtest with a perfect score? This girl. 0 points. Fuck. Yes.
And then I got to skip the rest of school, come home and watch some Royal Pains reruns & plan out an icon batch, and now I'm ripping my mother's old Bob Dylan, Edith Piaf, Cream, and some-chanting-monks-not-sure-which CDs into iTunes.
I think I deserved a good day like this.
I only hope it stays good until I fall asleep tonight.
I did it again-- Though this time I slept straight through the day. I went from night to night, with no sunlight in between the dark. The day I was so excited for - a day off! no work to be done, only creativity - was completely lost.
Oh well. Can't rewind the hours, and I refuse to see a doctor about this again.
Excitingly, I put up my first real, new piece in my writing comm, selfconsciously
. It's all Greek mythology at the moment, but I'm quite proud of Fixed Fortune. Thank you, Klose, for reading it over. ♥
So who can't wait until Tuesday?
This girl right here. Blood tests come in, and I might fix my stupid body.
Grades for this quarter closed today, and I was going to finish all my work that I had to hand in today (either because they were due or I hadn't handed them in) yesterday afternoon.
Apparently my body had a different plan. I settled down for a nap on the couch at 3:30 (I had been tired all day, as is my norm), thinking that I'd wake up at 4 PM when my mom traipsed into the house. Instead, I woke up at 4 AM, crawled into my bed, and slept soundly again until 6, when I had to get up for the bus.
Nothing got done, and I might be failing more than one class on my interim. Fuck. My. Life.