Went with Brandon to the ER today. He's got troubles with stress and stomach acid, apparently. I still feel like shit. Really tired. I went home and slept for three and a half hours. Got up and have been piddling around on the computer. Suicide Girls sent me a release form so they can use my photos. Need to get that sent out. Thought about going to see Wit tonight, but when I pulled my ticket out of my wallet, I discovered that the stamp had rubbed off. I took it as a sign and stayed home. Sat around and listened to Dashboard. Went outside and had a cigarette. Stood in the snow and listened to the people on the second floor having sex. They're always having sex. Makes me feel lonely. Went inside after finishing my cigarette (which didn't help my headache, so I guess it wasn't a lack of nicotine after all; must quit) and talked to my mom, who overreacted to the news that I was sick in typical Anna's mom fashion and is calling me tomorrow morning to make sure I went to the doctor, which I'm not doing. I refuse to drag myself to the campus medical center during walk in hours (which are during my morning classes) to be told that I have the flu. I might make an appointment or something for later in the day if I can.
Sitting here, exhausted, trying to decide if it's worth the effort and missing the first few minutes of 24 to walk to the Commons and get food. Decisions, decisions. Need to do a ton of stuff that I don't feel up to at all. Need to catch up on journal entries for acting class, need to fill out my scholarship form so I can get my money (still), need to pick laundry up off the floor and hang it up, need to play with my pet rat because she looks extremely bored. Brandon and Nubbs are across the street at the theater watching Wit and I kinda wish they would drop by because I'm lonely, but they probably won't. I know that sounds profoundly self-pitying, but it isn't, they just probably won't, that's all.
Have closed the book on Eric. It's done with and I'm forgetting about it. Which is good.
Tired and hungry. Feel like talking to people, but I'll probably just watch 24, get a shower and go to bed early.
Running out to get food. Decision made.
Think I'm in love with Veronica.
Sitting here, exhausted, trying to decide if it's worth the effort and missing the first few minutes of 24 to walk to the Commons and get food. Decisions, decisions. Need to do a ton of stuff that I don't feel up to at all. Need to catch up on journal entries for acting class, need to fill out my scholarship form so I can get my money (still), need to pick laundry up off the floor and hang it up, need to play with my pet rat because she looks extremely bored. Brandon and Nubbs are across the street at the theater watching Wit and I kinda wish they would drop by because I'm lonely, but they probably won't. I know that sounds profoundly self-pitying, but it isn't, they just probably won't, that's all.
Have closed the book on Eric. It's done with and I'm forgetting about it. Which is good.
Tired and hungry. Feel like talking to people, but I'll probably just watch 24, get a shower and go to bed early.
Running out to get food. Decision made.
Think I'm in love with Veronica.
hefaistos:
i was reading your journal, and clicked the add me as a friend thing. hope you dont mind. loneliness bites. procrastination rules. descisions made in haste are often wrong.