moooodrant
I feel.. antisocial. No, I feel like I'm being antisocial, though I'd rather have people to hang out with. I just... can't make myself go introduce myself to someone.
So I sit alone in my dorm (at least I can play my music and not listen to roommate's TV playing Disney). Online and not doing homework. I'm not completely sure if I need to do math or not. The rest of my homework can wait 'til tomorrow..
English Comp homework is adding up, though. Currently I have..
#1 and #2 are written.
#3 journal essay on "what makes me angry". I'll probably rewrite the one I wrote on what makes me cry because it's kind of both, and write a new cry-one.
#4 is written
#5 journal inspired by Gary Larson's Far Side comic featuring a scientist eating lunch and another asking why he has lemonade and where is amoebic dysentery culture is.
#6 journal on "where is Osama?"
#7 journal relating Orwell's "Shooting an Elephant" to today & Iraq
..none are due until the end of the semester, there will be a total of 25 written, I think. I need to not wait too much longer but... Ehn.
Moody today. Could be menstrual-related. Hell if I know, I'm usually not too affected though. But my diet has rather changed since I eat mostly college food and not stuff at home. Or just this not being around people is getting to me. I mean, even when my roommate's around it's like I might as well be alone. We.. don't really talk or pay a helluva lot of attention to each other mostly. Occasionally, yeah. But.. I dunno. It's odd, I suppose.
I periodically feel on the verge of crying for (nearly?) no reason. Or alternate and just wanna hit or throw something. Accidentally cause myself a little momentary pain. Fuck if I know. I wanna curl up with someone (who is definitely NOT jim). ... times like these I wish I had a boyfriend.
And AIM is seriously pissing me the fuck off. What the hell, program, why can't you keep me fucking online tonight?
Mmm. Going down that hole of extreme sarcasm. Funfun.
[edit] AIM is working again.. the goddamn whore. Conversations and such again. My mood is getting.. somewhat better. Weird as fuck and undefinable to me, but at least I'm not currently on the verge of tears.
So I sit alone in my dorm (at least I can play my music and not listen to roommate's TV playing Disney). Online and not doing homework. I'm not completely sure if I need to do math or not. The rest of my homework can wait 'til tomorrow..
English Comp homework is adding up, though. Currently I have..
#1 and #2 are written.
#3 journal essay on "what makes me angry". I'll probably rewrite the one I wrote on what makes me cry because it's kind of both, and write a new cry-one.
#4 is written
#5 journal inspired by Gary Larson's Far Side comic featuring a scientist eating lunch and another asking why he has lemonade and where is amoebic dysentery culture is.
#6 journal on "where is Osama?"
#7 journal relating Orwell's "Shooting an Elephant" to today & Iraq
..none are due until the end of the semester, there will be a total of 25 written, I think. I need to not wait too much longer but... Ehn.
Moody today. Could be menstrual-related. Hell if I know, I'm usually not too affected though. But my diet has rather changed since I eat mostly college food and not stuff at home. Or just this not being around people is getting to me. I mean, even when my roommate's around it's like I might as well be alone. We.. don't really talk or pay a helluva lot of attention to each other mostly. Occasionally, yeah. But.. I dunno. It's odd, I suppose.
I periodically feel on the verge of crying for (nearly?) no reason. Or alternate and just wanna hit or throw something. Accidentally cause myself a little momentary pain. Fuck if I know. I wanna curl up with someone (who is definitely NOT jim). ... times like these I wish I had a boyfriend.
And AIM is seriously pissing me the fuck off. What the hell, program, why can't you keep me fucking online tonight?
Mmm. Going down that hole of extreme sarcasm. Funfun.
[edit] AIM is working again.. the goddamn whore. Conversations and such again. My mood is getting.. somewhat better. Weird as fuck and undefinable to me, but at least I'm not currently on the verge of tears.