I'm doing just fine, just a bit whiny.
I think I might be mildly lactose intolerant. A malt kicked my ass yesterday.
I had another spontaneous bloody nose this morning in the shower. I wish I had a normal straight nose that didn't, you know, bleed all the time. I know, I know, I'm supposed to love and accept my body, but it would be a lot easier if it didn't let my live-giving fluids escape all over the place so often (...and make hot asian women make fun of me and tell me I need plastic surgery). Anyway, most nose jobs are done for medical not cosmetic reasons. A crooked septum can really be a bitch.
I think I had my first ever panic attack today around lunch. It was weird. I didn't hyperventilate, but breathing was an issue.
I want too much and I'm spreading myself too thin. It's too hard to care about everything. But I still try.
It's been a year since Chris and I broke up and William is apparently not talking to me anymore without warning (and not knowing what's going on is hurting more than any of that to-my-face-stuff ever did). The whole thing has put me in the mood to break out Sinead O'Connors Nothing Compares 2 U. Also, I'm pretty sure boys have stopped paying attention to me. At least IE boys have. Clearly I'm doomed to be the single old dachshund lady. No one will ever love me, wah.
We lost the mailbox key, so I may never get my dvds and one inch buttons. The world weeps and crumbles. Let's all wear black.
Seriously, I need to start having periods again so I can blame it on pms or something. Sheesh.
In other news, I'm going through and watching Firefly again. Sex sex sex.
Peggy Sue was a firefly virgin! I think I've loaned it out too many times (and my dad loaned it out too many times while it was on loan), disk one was a bit scratched. Blah.
Maybe we should open up our apartment to Karina refugees? Surely there's a new student that could use some crash space with two adorable ladies? Hmmm.
I had another spontaneous bloody nose this morning in the shower. I wish I had a normal straight nose that didn't, you know, bleed all the time. I know, I know, I'm supposed to love and accept my body, but it would be a lot easier if it didn't let my live-giving fluids escape all over the place so often (...and make hot asian women make fun of me and tell me I need plastic surgery). Anyway, most nose jobs are done for medical not cosmetic reasons. A crooked septum can really be a bitch.
I think I had my first ever panic attack today around lunch. It was weird. I didn't hyperventilate, but breathing was an issue.
I want too much and I'm spreading myself too thin. It's too hard to care about everything. But I still try.
It's been a year since Chris and I broke up and William is apparently not talking to me anymore without warning (and not knowing what's going on is hurting more than any of that to-my-face-stuff ever did). The whole thing has put me in the mood to break out Sinead O'Connors Nothing Compares 2 U. Also, I'm pretty sure boys have stopped paying attention to me. At least IE boys have. Clearly I'm doomed to be the single old dachshund lady. No one will ever love me, wah.
We lost the mailbox key, so I may never get my dvds and one inch buttons. The world weeps and crumbles. Let's all wear black.
Seriously, I need to start having periods again so I can blame it on pms or something. Sheesh.
In other news, I'm going through and watching Firefly again. Sex sex sex.
Peggy Sue was a firefly virgin! I think I've loaned it out too many times (and my dad loaned it out too many times while it was on loan), disk one was a bit scratched. Blah.
Maybe we should open up our apartment to Karina refugees? Surely there's a new student that could use some crash space with two adorable ladies? Hmmm.