an ode to my extreme awesomenesss....
yay to awesome people like stephanie who got me to go to 80s night for a little while last night, at least I was doing something then, rather than my original idea of staying home and attempting to do some homework or studying, which essentially would turn out to me just freaking out because I have too much to do in too little time next week, so at least going to the bar was more constructive than me just being paralyzed with stress, and besides I have the whole weekend to freak out because I'm an idiot and can't do everything I need to. (sorry about that incredibly long sentence, I didn't intend it to be that way, but once I found myself in tangent its hard to stop).
alas now I have to leave to go up to salem to see mi madre. Her 50th birthday was on wednesday, so I was gonna go over and see her and celebrate it a little late. I feel like such a tool, I've barely gotten her anything, and she told me that all she wants from me is to be happy. But how can one be happy when they have no idea what the fuck they're doing and why they're doing it? I don't even know what I want anymore, which is scary. Maybe going to salem will help me recollect my thoughts? maybe I'll be able to get some of my much needed stuff done (yeah that doesn't even make sense, but I think you understand where I'm going). I'm not sure when I'll come back, obviously either tomorrow or sunday. I kind of wanted to go to the last basketball game tomorrow because last nights was an abomination, but its so early that I'm not sure I'll be able to make it. I guess I'll just take it one minute at a time and see where that leads me...
breathe just breathe...
alas now I have to leave to go up to salem to see mi madre. Her 50th birthday was on wednesday, so I was gonna go over and see her and celebrate it a little late. I feel like such a tool, I've barely gotten her anything, and she told me that all she wants from me is to be happy. But how can one be happy when they have no idea what the fuck they're doing and why they're doing it? I don't even know what I want anymore, which is scary. Maybe going to salem will help me recollect my thoughts? maybe I'll be able to get some of my much needed stuff done (yeah that doesn't even make sense, but I think you understand where I'm going). I'm not sure when I'll come back, obviously either tomorrow or sunday. I kind of wanted to go to the last basketball game tomorrow because last nights was an abomination, but its so early that I'm not sure I'll be able to make it. I guess I'll just take it one minute at a time and see where that leads me...
breathe just breathe...