Star Trek: The Orgy
A shiny new BU parking permit is in place on the back windshield of my car, folks. You may exhale, as I'm sure you were all on pins and needles about that.
I love Star Trek. I really do. I just wish I had more time now to nurture my love in a totally obsessive and all-around over-the-top and completely-unhealthy kind of way. But this bogus little thing called grad school is greatly disrupting my hopes and dreams. And by the way, I only just realized that grad school is only one letter off from grade school... is this relevant? I don't know, but I hope it will involve crayons and glitter glue sometime in the near future.
Otherwise, I've been diligently working on fucking up pretty much every relationship I have with anyone ever... doing a pretty good job on one in particular. I suppose I should have expected that to come part and parcel with forgetting to eat, not being able to sleep, not being able to wake up once I've fallen asleep, and actually trying to throw up because it might make me feel better/less nauseous but having no luck. I hate throwing up, but there have been numerous occasions in the last couple weeks that I've seriously wanted my stomach to just go for it so I could maybe start over with whatever it is that's in there. No such luck. Should this worry me?
Church tomorrow. I really don't feel up to showing God my face at the moment.
I love Star Trek. I really do. I just wish I had more time now to nurture my love in a totally obsessive and all-around over-the-top and completely-unhealthy kind of way. But this bogus little thing called grad school is greatly disrupting my hopes and dreams. And by the way, I only just realized that grad school is only one letter off from grade school... is this relevant? I don't know, but I hope it will involve crayons and glitter glue sometime in the near future.
Otherwise, I've been diligently working on fucking up pretty much every relationship I have with anyone ever... doing a pretty good job on one in particular. I suppose I should have expected that to come part and parcel with forgetting to eat, not being able to sleep, not being able to wake up once I've fallen asleep, and actually trying to throw up because it might make me feel better/less nauseous but having no luck. I hate throwing up, but there have been numerous occasions in the last couple weeks that I've seriously wanted my stomach to just go for it so I could maybe start over with whatever it is that's in there. No such luck. Should this worry me?
Church tomorrow. I really don't feel up to showing God my face at the moment.