When I grow up, I'll be stable.
This will probably be very random as it's late and I'm collecting a few thoughts to try to convey my state of mind.
During my nap this afternoon, I dreamed that people came into my apartment, held me down, and tried to saw my right hand off at the wrist. They were using one of the cutting knives we have which cut through vegetables nicely, but bone's a little difficult. All I could do was watch, I couldn't even scream because they had gagged me. Dawn suggested perhaps I think my writing/thoughts are angering people, or perhaps other people are taking credit for them and I'm bitter over it. Valid, I suppose, but I don't see it as prevalent. I think it's more of the fear I have that someone(s) here at this University will someday "get me," due to some of the random harassment that's been coming my way lately. Maybe.
I hate ending my sentences with prepositions; I have ever since I was taught that it was bad form. I sometimes do it simply because I lack the brainpower and energy to figure out where the preposition should logically go.
Tomorrow I will skip physics. I have been present there for several weeks now and nothing he is telling me helps. If he would just assign problems instead of drawing pictures on the board and throwing random formulas up there...theory is nice and all, but it's numbers and applications on which we're tested. Also I'm extremely tired and I need to get some sleep before driving home tomorrow.
I have an Italian test tomorrow. I haven't studied. I'm not worried.
Chris came over tonight and we read poetry and had loads of fun. Dana, Stacey, Matt, and Morgan dropped by with cookies to comfort me--I went up to their room after Chris left and spent a while laughing hysterically and rolling around on the floor with my friends. They're fun--I'm lucky to have them.
I miss John, but that's not new.
During my nap this afternoon, I dreamed that people came into my apartment, held me down, and tried to saw my right hand off at the wrist. They were using one of the cutting knives we have which cut through vegetables nicely, but bone's a little difficult. All I could do was watch, I couldn't even scream because they had gagged me. Dawn suggested perhaps I think my writing/thoughts are angering people, or perhaps other people are taking credit for them and I'm bitter over it. Valid, I suppose, but I don't see it as prevalent. I think it's more of the fear I have that someone(s) here at this University will someday "get me," due to some of the random harassment that's been coming my way lately. Maybe.
I hate ending my sentences with prepositions; I have ever since I was taught that it was bad form. I sometimes do it simply because I lack the brainpower and energy to figure out where the preposition should logically go.
Tomorrow I will skip physics. I have been present there for several weeks now and nothing he is telling me helps. If he would just assign problems instead of drawing pictures on the board and throwing random formulas up there...theory is nice and all, but it's numbers and applications on which we're tested. Also I'm extremely tired and I need to get some sleep before driving home tomorrow.
I have an Italian test tomorrow. I haven't studied. I'm not worried.
Chris came over tonight and we read poetry and had loads of fun. Dana, Stacey, Matt, and Morgan dropped by with cookies to comfort me--I went up to their room after Chris left and spent a while laughing hysterically and rolling around on the floor with my friends. They're fun--I'm lucky to have them.
I miss John, but that's not new.