Okay, so I think I want to eat shitty fast-food? But then… I’m also pretty sure I will regret it if I do. Decisions are hard.
But seriously, I really want Long John Silver’s chicken right now, this is ridiculous.
I’m hungry… but I don’t want to cook… but I haven’t eaten all day… but I don’t want to cook
Why do I wait until the last minute to write these things?
Ugh… I know it’s a bad idea, but I think I’m gonna take another dose of meds so I can stay up and finish this damn term paper.
Tomorrow I will be zombified, but the paper will be on time.
I finally broke down and went grocery shopping, which I’ve needed to do for over a week…
and somehow I came home with a ton of fruit, several types of beverage, cookies, cake, and no actual food.
How did that happen?
In other news, it is hella raining here and I may have accidentally given myself pneumonia …?
See, this morning, when I got ready to go to class it wasn’t raining that hard and I decided I probably didn’t need my umbrella. Anyway, I was running a little late, so I ended up driving to campus instead of taking the bus and had to park in the parking deck.
I went to my first class, and after that I have to walk about half-way across campus to my next class, and I’ve only got ten minutes between the two, you know? So I go to leave the Psych building and look outside; its fucking POURING down rain. We’re talking the kind of rain where you can’t see its so heavy, the kind of rain where it feels like being hit with a few hundred water balloons at once every time the drops hit you. But I have to get to my other class… so I have to walk in this.
So I figure, “I’ll just run across the street and cut the the parking deck; that’ll save me at least a little bit of the getting-rained on.” I would approximate that from the doors of the psych building to the inside of the parking deck is about ~250ft (~80 meters). In the time it took me to get from one to the other, I was literally soaked. On parts of the street the water was so deep it was over my ankles, wtf. Also, during this short walk it managed to start hailing. FML.
So I got into the parking deck, and my there was water running out of my hair and clothes like a faucet. I briefly entertained the idea of continuing on to my next class, but I was already shivering I was so cold, so I decided I should probably just go home and change. Now, I should note that my car was parked on the upper-most level of the parking deck, so I had go back into the rain and run another 200ft. Again, water-balloon raindrops and ankle-high water. I got to my car, drove home, ran from my car to my building, and prayed my bag hadn’t gotten so wet my books would be ruined.
As soon as I closed the door of my apartment behind me, I had to strip because the water was running off of me. My shoes were soaked, my pants were soaked (think wash-cloth-just-dipped-in-the-sink levels of wet), my sweatshirt was soaked… I got all that stripped off and went in the bathroom to throw the clothes over the shower rod so they could dry a bit, and then I realized that my shirt was soaked-through as well (at that point I was so cold, I couldn’t even feel that it was wet), so I stripped that off as well, and noticed in the mirror that my freaking bra was wet too. So I had to go find another bra, and then I realized, “if the bra got wet, your underroos are probably wet too”… they were. So an entire outfit change later, I realized the my hair looked like I’d just stepped out of the shower and had to try to towel it at least a little dry.
Anyway, once I was dressed again I had to head back to campus for my last class, and by the time it ended and hour later, my hair still wasn’t dry and I’ve started coughing and my chest hurts when I breathe. So, yeah… I think I might have made myself sick.
All I want to do is curl up under one of my zillions of blankets and watch old movies and not do anything, but nooooo. I have to go back to campus so I can work on a stupid group project.
Trensu just helped me hang this shelf! My smallish elephants now have a home to be properly displayed on; the two wood carvings (a donkey and a camel, if you can’t tell) were souvenirs my aunt brought me from her visit to Africa when I was around 3 or 4 (don’t know the country or region unfortunately).
My bras came today…
less than thrilled with the results.
The Curvy Kate is… serviceable. But I was hoping for something better than ‘serviceable’. The band fit was good and cups are almost right, but there is a little gaping at the very top. The Gossard is a disaster; something about the way the cups are shaped just doesn’t work with my breast shape. Somehow, even the Fantasie, my go-to brand and style, ended up fitting badly.
I’m kinda super bummed.
I don’t know if I want to try exchanging them (I would have to pay shipping again, both ways) or if I just want to return them and call it a loss. This is why I get so discouraged about buying clothes; every time it looks like things might be working in my favor, it ends up a total let-down.
This will make you think about life.
1) The day my sister got back from the hospital after a suicide attempt. I didnt let go for about an hour.
2) Kid just found out his brother was shot and killed.
3) A Russian war veteran kneels beside the tank he spent the war in, now a monument.
4) Man sobbing at animal shelter. After being jailed briefly and his dog Buzz Lightyear impounded he couldn’t afford the $400 to get his pet back.
5) A firefighter gives water to a koala during the devastating Black Saturday bushfires that burned across Victoria, Australia, in 2009.
6) Alcoholic father with his son
7) Robert Peraza pauses at his son’s name on the 9/11 Memorial during the tenth anniversary ceremonies at the site of the World Trade Center.
8) Greg Cook hugs his dog Coco after finding her inside his destroyed home in Alabama following the Tornado in March, 2012
9) After two double lung transplants and years of battling cystic fibrosis, my good friend passed away last Saturday. This was one of the last pics taken with his mother.
I really hate being a girl and having hormones because I am crying for like the fourth time TONIGHT because of a post on Tumblr. I am so done.
To OP: The first picture made me cry.
That picture, of you and your sister, reminds me so much of the day my sister told us she needed to go to rehab. When she told us she needed help, she was terrified we would hate her. A good friend of hers was the one who actually said that my sister was ready to go to rehab, because my sister couldn’t even speak she was crying so hard.
My sister is four years older than me, but I have been taller and heavier than her since I was 11. She was 20 when she went into rehab, and she weighed 79lbs the day she was admitted. We don’t have a picture of the two of us that day, but I picked her up and held her in my lap for nearly four hours while our parents made arrangements with the rehab facility and tried to find a way to pay for her treatment. I could feel every bone in her body.
My sister and I have a lot of issues, but I had never been more proud of her, or loved her more, than the day she told us she wanted to get clean. In October she will be 7 years sober.
Anyway, I just wanted to tell OP; your picture made me cry because it reminded me how proud I am of my sister, thank you.
I need to get ready so I can leave for class… what is motivation?
The sad part is, I LOVE this class; I WANT to go… I just can’t make myself get up off the couch..
What I’m Doing for V-Day:
- Actually shaving my legs
- Putting actual effort into my appearance
- Taking myself out shopping
- Not-cooking dinner
- Eating fancy chocolates
- Watching How I Met Your Mother on Netflix
And later, I might just seduce myself and have some “Me Time” *wink*
I hate. My furnace. *sweats uncontrollably in the middle of winter*
Seriously, there is no happy medium with this fucker. It has two modes: Channeling the Fires of Mount Doom and Ha HA Now You Know How John Snow Feels
True story, there is a lot of Batman on my person today…
- A Batman t-shirt
- Batman socks
- Batman underwear (not even joking kids, they say “Pow” on the crotchular region)
- Batman belt (it’s super cool, it has tiny comic panels and even tinier Jason Todd!Robins)
- Batman-inspired nail-polish V2.0
- annnd my lanyard for my keys is Batman as well