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First off, my birthday.
My birthday was awesome. I have a great group of friends who love me, and that's the coolest feeling ever. My mom and sister came down, and I missed them, so it was good to see them. I saw my brother Saturday night and my dad, grandparents, aunt, and uncle on Wednesday night too, so I got to see pretty much everybody. I got a good chunk of money, but mostly, my hallmates were just awesome. They all remembered, they made a cake, and a lot of them gave me really sweet gifts. Unfortunately, the awesomeness ended Monday morning.
Chemistry blows.
Actually, no. The subject itself is fantastic. I love organic chemistry. It's methodical, interesting, and relevant. I hate organic chemistry tests. I hate the professors who think that adding a whole new section to last year's exam and making the spectroscopy problems harder but still giving the class the same time to work on it makes a lot of sense. Because it fucking doesn't. And sure, my grade will be fine. The curve will be big. I get to drop a test. But that isn't the point. It's just frustrating, and no pun intended, catalytic.
King & Queen's - what the fuck?
I'm confused. King & Queen's is a huge huge huge mess. Dances and I do not get along. I don't know why. Oh well. I have no date. That's ok. I'll go in a group from our hall. But what's this? Two of them are also committed to other groups. That's ok too. They'll be around, it's not like they'll just leave at the same time. But I'm a grump. And I had a bad experience going to homecoming with a group once. I guess I'm just bitter. And I just hit my funnybone on the desk drawer and it hurts like none other.
Depression?
Maybe it's back? I don't know. Aside from my birthday, I've been pretty mopey lately. I'm taking my medicine, all doses on time and everything. Maybe it's just not working anymore. Clearly it's doing a decent job because I'm not full-blown depressed. Maybe I'm just in a crappy time and am being moody, but I always get really worried that I'm becoming depressed again, because it's a road I absolutely do not want to go down. Perhaps I'll start up therapy again this summer. My writing tonight really sucks, as a side note. Sorry to disappoint those of you used to my lovely complex sentences and vocabulary. I'm just not feeling it. I miss home for about the first time all year. But I think it's just the mild depression, because when I go home, I don't feel any better, I just miss school. I miss a lot of things I guess. I miss my friends who I haven't seen. I miss feeling good all the time, too. Maybe I need to adjust my dosages. I have a psychiatrist appointment in June, but I could move it up if this continues. I'm rambling though, and I need to get some work done. Sorry to make this entry so crappy.