Oh hello there rock bottom, nice to meet you
So it finally happened. I had the threatening nervous breakdown. I started sobbing and immediately had to call my dad. He was eventually able to talk me down, and by the end I was even laughing a bit, and oh wow I don't know what I would do without my dad, but. I don't feel much better because none of my problems/obligations went away by crying about them.
The straw that broke the Anne's back was the realization that my organic chemistry notes were in the bag that got stolen. Now, what's the big deal, you say? Well. That was an entire year's worth of blood sweat and tears distilled down into 30-odd beautiful, concise, informative pages that I was going to use incessantly for the entirety of the rest of my academic career. My own personal cliffnotes to organic chemistry, if you will. It took me hours upon hours upon ridiculous hours to compile that.
It's gone.
That loss is so much more personal than a phone, or a library book, or 40 Euro.
*deep breaths* I will live. I will live.
I did tell my dad about Colin. His reaction? "That's cool." HAHAHA I LOVE MY DAD. I had to like, poke him and ask if he wanted to interrogate me about the boy, and he was like "...um, no?" so I had to volunteer information! Heeee. Oh daddy. He said that he trusts my judgement of people and that he can't protect me against broken hearts, so there's no real reason for him to worry about me. Did I mention I love my dad? Because honestly. No really.
Another amusing part of the conversation was when he casually said that I didn't really have to buy a new cell phone, did I? And my reaction was ....O.O! WHAT?? Ahaha. On a college campus (especially one with ten times as many people as I'm used to) it's practically necessary to find people you want to find. Especially when I live off campus and can't just wander to peoples' (cough, Colin's) rooms. Silly, silly daddy. And what's even funnier is that the first time I told him about my bag getting stolen, one of his first reactions was "Oh, I'll work on buying you a new iPod right away!" *laughs* His priorities are so amusing! Music >>> social interaction, CLEARLY. *g* So yeah, as soon as the Apple Ireland store starts working again, I'm gonna be hookin myself up with another iPod \o/ Probably refurbished, but whatever, I WANTS.
So um. Lab reports got some work done on them but I ran into a bit of a brick wall on the really hard one. The other one is just tedious and annoying. I. Hate. Physical. Chemistry. Too bad it's my life for the next 9 months.
The straw that broke the Anne's back was the realization that my organic chemistry notes were in the bag that got stolen. Now, what's the big deal, you say? Well. That was an entire year's worth of blood sweat and tears distilled down into 30-odd beautiful, concise, informative pages that I was going to use incessantly for the entirety of the rest of my academic career. My own personal cliffnotes to organic chemistry, if you will. It took me hours upon hours upon ridiculous hours to compile that.
It's gone.
That loss is so much more personal than a phone, or a library book, or 40 Euro.
*deep breaths* I will live. I will live.
I did tell my dad about Colin. His reaction? "That's cool." HAHAHA I LOVE MY DAD. I had to like, poke him and ask if he wanted to interrogate me about the boy, and he was like "...um, no?" so I had to volunteer information! Heeee. Oh daddy. He said that he trusts my judgement of people and that he can't protect me against broken hearts, so there's no real reason for him to worry about me. Did I mention I love my dad? Because honestly. No really.
Another amusing part of the conversation was when he casually said that I didn't really have to buy a new cell phone, did I? And my reaction was ....O.O! WHAT?? Ahaha. On a college campus (especially one with ten times as many people as I'm used to) it's practically necessary to find people you want to find. Especially when I live off campus and can't just wander to peoples' (cough, Colin's) rooms. Silly, silly daddy. And what's even funnier is that the first time I told him about my bag getting stolen, one of his first reactions was "Oh, I'll work on buying you a new iPod right away!" *laughs* His priorities are so amusing! Music >>> social interaction, CLEARLY. *g* So yeah, as soon as the Apple Ireland store starts working again, I'm gonna be hookin myself up with another iPod \o/ Probably refurbished, but whatever, I WANTS.
So um. Lab reports got some work done on them but I ran into a bit of a brick wall on the really hard one. The other one is just tedious and annoying. I. Hate. Physical. Chemistry. Too bad it's my life for the next 9 months.