FU.
I took the wrong notebook to English today. Normally it would bother me to write my notes in the wrong book, then have to rip them out and insert them in their proper place. Luckily for me, I've stopped taking notes. I just doodle and make lists. Today's was a generic To-Do list. It included "pick up package from post office" (didn't happen. By the time I got done with class and crew, it was closed. My sack of hack will have to wait till tomorrow), "conquer the world," and "learn how to love." I even illustrated my list. Didn't help me to accomplish any of said tasks, but it DID eat up a good ten minutes of the class discussion I was trying VERY hard to ignore.
My shrink and I talked about how I may just be the most stable member of my family. Just as she said, "I KNOW you're going to laugh at that," I snorted. And then I thought about it. And it's true. I don't know. Sometimes I feel like she feels bad for me and just says shit to make it seem like she's "empathizing," or something touchy-feely like that. Sometimes I wonder if she's right about...anything, really. But of course, that would require me to put faith in another human being...
I had crew. Got high off of paint fumes. Nothing out of the ordinary. Didn't do a damn thing at rehearsal, except test-run my coveralls. Yes. My coveralls. And rainboots. And gloves with no fingers. At the rate we're going, I feel like my name should be Uncle Sheldon the Child Molester.
Went to Elena's thesis discussion group. Hopefully it was productive for her. I know I didn't say much, but I really did like the story, Lena!
I started my new job over the weekend. It's boring. It'll be okay though. Got to see George for a much-needed break from the holiday festivities (aka alcoholism and general bitchiness) that was occurring at my house. Some ANTM was watched, some conversation was had. Things might be on the up and up? Family-wise, things are shit. NOT looking forward to going back to that house for the summer in a mere...four weeks.
I'm so antsy. I need to sleep at some point. But there's so much LIFE that's happening.
You know how when you're dying, it doesn't mean you're dead? Not yet, anyway. Does that mean that when you're living, you're not alive? Yet?
My shrink and I talked about how I may just be the most stable member of my family. Just as she said, "I KNOW you're going to laugh at that," I snorted. And then I thought about it. And it's true. I don't know. Sometimes I feel like she feels bad for me and just says shit to make it seem like she's "empathizing," or something touchy-feely like that. Sometimes I wonder if she's right about...anything, really. But of course, that would require me to put faith in another human being...
I had crew. Got high off of paint fumes. Nothing out of the ordinary. Didn't do a damn thing at rehearsal, except test-run my coveralls. Yes. My coveralls. And rainboots. And gloves with no fingers. At the rate we're going, I feel like my name should be Uncle Sheldon the Child Molester.
Went to Elena's thesis discussion group. Hopefully it was productive for her. I know I didn't say much, but I really did like the story, Lena!
I started my new job over the weekend. It's boring. It'll be okay though. Got to see George for a much-needed break from the holiday festivities (aka alcoholism and general bitchiness) that was occurring at my house. Some ANTM was watched, some conversation was had. Things might be on the up and up? Family-wise, things are shit. NOT looking forward to going back to that house for the summer in a mere...four weeks.
I'm so antsy. I need to sleep at some point. But there's so much LIFE that's happening.
You know how when you're dying, it doesn't mean you're dead? Not yet, anyway. Does that mean that when you're living, you're not alive? Yet?