! At the Disco
The theme of the day is PANIC!
First off, there's some robber targeting my university and robbing students at gunpoint. Specifically, students who are walking from the building where I work to the building where I live -- i.e., the route I walk every damn day -- and some of the nearby streets. First they were at night but now at 9 o'clock in the morning. WTF? So I'm not really comfortable walking to work anymore. I can take the bus, but now I'm worrying about what to do next year when I move and don't have the bus anymore.
Second, earthquake in Mexico prompts a friend to freak out about another friend who is currently in Mexico. I spend thirty seconds online to figure out there was no reported damage and no reported injuries, and then said Friend-in-Mexico responded that she hadn't even felt a tremor. False Alarm.
Third, I got offered a real bellydancing gig(!) for real actual money that goes into my pocket and not the school's. But it was for an 18-year-old boy's birthday, which didn't seem like a great idea to me. Mom of course freaks out that I would even consider it and winds me up with horror stories about things that happen to girls at parties with strange men. I turned down the gig, but I'm still sort of wound up.
And fourth, my roommate comes home and announces that apparently the robber in Part 1 has graduated to murderer and killed one of the students he was trying to mug. She said they haven't let out the info yet, but that doesn't make sense -- we have an Emergency Notification System so we got text messages about the robberies within about an hour. Since the system got put in place after Virginia Tech, I would hope that any murders would get sent out pretty damn fast. No messages or anything, so I snooped about online. The only thing I found was a murder on Sunday in Chinatown of a grad student at a different university which matched some of the details, so maybe the rumor got mixed up?
Whether it's true or not, this stuff just gets me really worked up. I have big problems with anxiety, and then I feel bad that I feel anxious because millions of people deal with shit like this every day and I should be so lucky that this is a rare thing in my life. Goddammit.
First off, there's some robber targeting my university and robbing students at gunpoint. Specifically, students who are walking from the building where I work to the building where I live -- i.e., the route I walk every damn day -- and some of the nearby streets. First they were at night but now at 9 o'clock in the morning. WTF? So I'm not really comfortable walking to work anymore. I can take the bus, but now I'm worrying about what to do next year when I move and don't have the bus anymore.
Second, earthquake in Mexico prompts a friend to freak out about another friend who is currently in Mexico. I spend thirty seconds online to figure out there was no reported damage and no reported injuries, and then said Friend-in-Mexico responded that she hadn't even felt a tremor. False Alarm.
Third, I got offered a real bellydancing gig(!) for real actual money that goes into my pocket and not the school's. But it was for an 18-year-old boy's birthday, which didn't seem like a great idea to me. Mom of course freaks out that I would even consider it and winds me up with horror stories about things that happen to girls at parties with strange men. I turned down the gig, but I'm still sort of wound up.
And fourth, my roommate comes home and announces that apparently the robber in Part 1 has graduated to murderer and killed one of the students he was trying to mug. She said they haven't let out the info yet, but that doesn't make sense -- we have an Emergency Notification System so we got text messages about the robberies within about an hour. Since the system got put in place after Virginia Tech, I would hope that any murders would get sent out pretty damn fast. No messages or anything, so I snooped about online. The only thing I found was a murder on Sunday in Chinatown of a grad student at a different university which matched some of the details, so maybe the rumor got mixed up?
Whether it's true or not, this stuff just gets me really worked up. I have big problems with anxiety, and then I feel bad that I feel anxious because millions of people deal with shit like this every day and I should be so lucky that this is a rare thing in my life. Goddammit.