A few notes:
---I'm having a hardcore panic/anxiety attack, and have been since this time yesterday. Would love to have someone around, but no one seems to be there. I don't know what anyone could do, exactly, but just having someone to talk to would be nice. I hate saying that, because it makes me feel egocentric, but still...I'm not doing well.
---Almost sure Sac City is a figment of my imagination. I expect good things as a result.
---There is no way in hell I can fuck up a class called "History of American Pop Music." None whatsoever. With that said, I am way, way too much of a dick for this class. It's a shame there's no real papers to do; the only ones are in make-up for exams. So, I might miss an exam, just because.
---The acting teacher is such a blowhard asshole that I may end up strangling him with his own ponytail. Reminds me of an especially obnoxious Tim Robbins. Found out there's an improv class that I missed when scheduling. Aces. Might play with my schedule in a bit, because I love improv. And in the acting class, we're being discouraged (!) from writing things like monologues and so on. I don't like that.
---Apartment is cleaner, and looks better overall. Will look even better when the couch comes...whenever that is.
---I feel terrible. My head is going to explode. Anxiety is godawful.
And that'll do it for a while.
Later.
---I'm having a hardcore panic/anxiety attack, and have been since this time yesterday. Would love to have someone around, but no one seems to be there. I don't know what anyone could do, exactly, but just having someone to talk to would be nice. I hate saying that, because it makes me feel egocentric, but still...I'm not doing well.
---Almost sure Sac City is a figment of my imagination. I expect good things as a result.
---There is no way in hell I can fuck up a class called "History of American Pop Music." None whatsoever. With that said, I am way, way too much of a dick for this class. It's a shame there's no real papers to do; the only ones are in make-up for exams. So, I might miss an exam, just because.
---The acting teacher is such a blowhard asshole that I may end up strangling him with his own ponytail. Reminds me of an especially obnoxious Tim Robbins. Found out there's an improv class that I missed when scheduling. Aces. Might play with my schedule in a bit, because I love improv. And in the acting class, we're being discouraged (!) from writing things like monologues and so on. I don't like that.
---Apartment is cleaner, and looks better overall. Will look even better when the couch comes...whenever that is.
---I feel terrible. My head is going to explode. Anxiety is godawful.
And that'll do it for a while.
Later.
When's your lease up? Want to move in with me and J this summer? Mum is thinking of buying a place in Woodland, 3 br 2 ba most likely.