So here I am at work. Blowing off Math homework due Tuesday, blowing off a lab due Monday, and generally blowing off life. Part of me is wondering why I'm doing this, screwing over my academic career slowly, but looking back on this week, most of me understands it. Lets recap.
Saturday-home. I had a big fight with my Mom, saw my Dad off to Turin. I was going to go to Christy and Alex's, but the fight with my Mom put me in such a bad mood that I couldn't make it halfway there. I also got sentimental while cleaning out a desk (I found old pictures). This nostolgia caused me to contact Danielle in order to see if she wanted the pictures. She called me back, and then we talked, mainly because I was pretty much a wreck for some odd reason. And she said to do her a favor and stay in contact with her. I don't know what to make of that, but so far I've buckled. Like I always do.
Sunday-Back to Columbus. An allright day by most standards.
Monday-Lab work, found out I almost failed my midterm. I started thinking about scheduling, but much to my luck, the website was down when I went to see what GECs I still needed.
Tuesday-301 class- boring, mildly offensive. Recitation-useless as usual.
Wednesday-I got beer. Dark beer. Drank two, gave one to J, and then went to sleep.
Thursday-Beer in the shower when I woke. I was glad, because it prepared me for the offensiveness of 301. I wasn't so much offended as constantly badgered inside. I guess its not wise to talk about someone's life as just a series of images, a makeup one puts on when a person is questioning that themself.
Friday-the game. Fun as usual.
Now, I know what you're saying. How is that a bad week? Underlying that, I've been in a bad mood. Maybe its due to the holiday coming up. Yes, that's right. I hate Valentine's Day. Anyone who is surprised should be kicked. hard. It also doesn't help that I've been feeling like old habits are scratching at me, and my profound sense of despair (pardon the emoness of that statement) has left me searching for help, and seeing most of the people I would turn to hooking up, shacking up, or something involving a significant other. Granted, I use people as a crutch too much, but I don't know how to stand on my own very well. Makes me all snappy and angry.
Its not that I'm not happy for them. Far from it. I like for the people I care about to be happy. Its just that right now I'm in the mood to be a selfish little brat on the inside. Then again, the closest thing to me on the inside right now is dark beer. Dark beer never says no.
And so, I once again attempt to hide what I feel inside, only to reveal it here. I'm a wonderful hypocrite, really I am.
Saturday-home. I had a big fight with my Mom, saw my Dad off to Turin. I was going to go to Christy and Alex's, but the fight with my Mom put me in such a bad mood that I couldn't make it halfway there. I also got sentimental while cleaning out a desk (I found old pictures). This nostolgia caused me to contact Danielle in order to see if she wanted the pictures. She called me back, and then we talked, mainly because I was pretty much a wreck for some odd reason. And she said to do her a favor and stay in contact with her. I don't know what to make of that, but so far I've buckled. Like I always do.
Sunday-Back to Columbus. An allright day by most standards.
Monday-Lab work, found out I almost failed my midterm. I started thinking about scheduling, but much to my luck, the website was down when I went to see what GECs I still needed.
Tuesday-301 class- boring, mildly offensive. Recitation-useless as usual.
Wednesday-I got beer. Dark beer. Drank two, gave one to J, and then went to sleep.
Thursday-Beer in the shower when I woke. I was glad, because it prepared me for the offensiveness of 301. I wasn't so much offended as constantly badgered inside. I guess its not wise to talk about someone's life as just a series of images, a makeup one puts on when a person is questioning that themself.
Friday-the game. Fun as usual.
Now, I know what you're saying. How is that a bad week? Underlying that, I've been in a bad mood. Maybe its due to the holiday coming up. Yes, that's right. I hate Valentine's Day. Anyone who is surprised should be kicked. hard. It also doesn't help that I've been feeling like old habits are scratching at me, and my profound sense of despair (pardon the emoness of that statement) has left me searching for help, and seeing most of the people I would turn to hooking up, shacking up, or something involving a significant other. Granted, I use people as a crutch too much, but I don't know how to stand on my own very well. Makes me all snappy and angry.
Its not that I'm not happy for them. Far from it. I like for the people I care about to be happy. Its just that right now I'm in the mood to be a selfish little brat on the inside. Then again, the closest thing to me on the inside right now is dark beer. Dark beer never says no.
And so, I once again attempt to hide what I feel inside, only to reveal it here. I'm a wonderful hypocrite, really I am.