Random Diary Blog Thingy
Harry Potter tomorrow. Hope it's good. If not, I keel dem.....or maybe just get pissy.
Just as I get good news about going back to school, a good friend of mine gets a denial letter from his college of choice. I'm sorry sweetie. You're not stupid, you're not untalented, and you're not a pussy. I'm sorry that I couldn't think of the right words to say. They suck? They're wrong? It's not your fault? You deserve this more than I do? All of those sentiments are true, but they don't help, I know. I wish I could fix it, like you always try to do for me. Saying, "It'll happen someday," seems really cheap right now, so I guess I'll just sit here and stare at my screen, not knowing what to say or do to help you.
My heart and thyroid problems are acting up again. Today I had chest pain from the time I woke up (at 8am) up until now. Some of the time I couldn't even breathe. I'm far too young to have these problems. At least, I feel that way. I know the disorder I have is labeled a silent killer, but right now it doesn't feel very "silent." I'm constantly exhausted. I have to cancel plans with friends and such just so I can sleep through most of the day, because I honestly cannot keep myself awake. This is what keeps me from having a "normal" job, and a "normal" life right now. I wish I could let all those people who refer to me as "lazy" feel the physical effects of this for a day. *sigh*
Harry Potter tomorrow night. The movie is a lot shorter than I originally thought; only two hours and eighteen minutes. I'm wondering how they're going to fit all of Order of the Pheonix into two hours and eighteen minutes. I only hope they haven't left TOO much out, because the entire movie would be a bust for me if they did. Some parts are just too important to miss.
I think I'm going to go to bed, before I fall asleep on my computer desk. I'll be glad when this exhausted spell is over with, I feel so useless, ugh.
-Tiffie
Just as I get good news about going back to school, a good friend of mine gets a denial letter from his college of choice. I'm sorry sweetie. You're not stupid, you're not untalented, and you're not a pussy. I'm sorry that I couldn't think of the right words to say. They suck? They're wrong? It's not your fault? You deserve this more than I do? All of those sentiments are true, but they don't help, I know. I wish I could fix it, like you always try to do for me. Saying, "It'll happen someday," seems really cheap right now, so I guess I'll just sit here and stare at my screen, not knowing what to say or do to help you.
My heart and thyroid problems are acting up again. Today I had chest pain from the time I woke up (at 8am) up until now. Some of the time I couldn't even breathe. I'm far too young to have these problems. At least, I feel that way. I know the disorder I have is labeled a silent killer, but right now it doesn't feel very "silent." I'm constantly exhausted. I have to cancel plans with friends and such just so I can sleep through most of the day, because I honestly cannot keep myself awake. This is what keeps me from having a "normal" job, and a "normal" life right now. I wish I could let all those people who refer to me as "lazy" feel the physical effects of this for a day. *sigh*
Harry Potter tomorrow night. The movie is a lot shorter than I originally thought; only two hours and eighteen minutes. I'm wondering how they're going to fit all of Order of the Pheonix into two hours and eighteen minutes. I only hope they haven't left TOO much out, because the entire movie would be a bust for me if they did. Some parts are just too important to miss.
I think I'm going to go to bed, before I fall asleep on my computer desk. I'll be glad when this exhausted spell is over with, I feel so useless, ugh.
-Tiffie