The perils of being...
Tired. So very tired.
Sleep just wasn't my friend last night, at all, and today I suffered for it. Linguistics lecture was a blur. Philosophy was half sleep, part doodling the word "sleep" into my margains and part writing notes that I don't even remember. Philosophy workshop was mostly me babbling incoherently and annoying Tristan, who must have seriously regretted sitting next to me. Poor guy.
Anyway, he only had to put up with me for an hour instead of two, as I left at three instead of staying for the other half of Phil. and for my Italian lecture. Hopefully I won't regret that later, but the tiredness was just a bit too much for me today. Dragging myself around campus was much more taxing than usual.
I don't know why, but I've been an overly emotion little justace lately. It's really quite annoying, as I can't explain it and I overreact to small things when normally I wouldn't. Ok, so I would react somehow, but not with the crying. I've been crying at all these ridiculous things lately. Not all of the things have been entirely ridiculous, but they've been things that wouldn't usually make me cry, put it that way. I'm getting quite pissed off with myself for it, cos it's just stupid and pathetic - especially as I have no idea why I'm doing it.
I think I'm broken... my head hurts, though that's nothing new, my eyes are sore, my stomach hurts and I keep doing the stupid "oh, that's not a wonderful thing... let's have a cry about it! Literally!" Stupid hormones... let's blame them. That'll work.
You know that song 'Friday On My Mind' by the Easybeats?
I have that song in my head because it's very appropriate for me at the moment. Lately, all I seem to do is live like that song:
Monday morning feels so bad,
Everybody seems to nag me.
Come on Tuesday I feel better,
Even my old man looks good.
Wednesday just won't go,
Thursday goes too slow.
I've got Friday on my mind...
Lately, that is me. I have Monday and the whole day I'm just waiting impatiently for it to be over, because it's the longest day and most horrible day of my week. Tuesday I do feel a bit better, cos I can sleep in and relax a bit, so that's ok. Wednesday, although I only have three hours of class, it just doesn't go - I think it could be the two hours of PT that make it feel longer than it is, too. Thursday goes far too slow. Although I'm busy most of the day, with three hours of class, with an hour break after two of the classes, then two hours of PT to get home, the day just seems to last forever. By the time I'm done with all of that, I have a little time to have a break, then get ready for karaoke and this week is the final, so I should put in somewhat of an effort to look nice-ish (as good as it gets, being me, that is) and warm my voice up, etc.
Ugh. Anyway, all of that just finally gets me to Friday, which is a good day because it's the beginning of my weekend (cos I have no Uni on Friday), and I actually get to do something I want to do, rather than a whole bunch of stuff I have to do. I also get to spend some time with the busiest man on Earth, and that makes me happy, so there are no reasons for me to not be excited about it finally being Friday.
It's probably quite bad for me to be this way, because most of my week is spent looking forward to the end of it, rather than enjoying or actually caring much about the bulk of it, but I don't feel bad. Uni is a lonely place for me, so I have no reason to enjoy being there, other than learning new, interesting things. Anyway, that's another story.
Geeze, I really don't update much these days if this is the length of my first post for a while. And it's all life stuff, too. Not necessarily interesting life stuff, but life stuff nonetheless.
I really need to find a way to write these posts in 250 words or less or something...
Sleep just wasn't my friend last night, at all, and today I suffered for it. Linguistics lecture was a blur. Philosophy was half sleep, part doodling the word "sleep" into my margains and part writing notes that I don't even remember. Philosophy workshop was mostly me babbling incoherently and annoying Tristan, who must have seriously regretted sitting next to me. Poor guy.
Anyway, he only had to put up with me for an hour instead of two, as I left at three instead of staying for the other half of Phil. and for my Italian lecture. Hopefully I won't regret that later, but the tiredness was just a bit too much for me today. Dragging myself around campus was much more taxing than usual.
I don't know why, but I've been an overly emotion little justace lately. It's really quite annoying, as I can't explain it and I overreact to small things when normally I wouldn't. Ok, so I would react somehow, but not with the crying. I've been crying at all these ridiculous things lately. Not all of the things have been entirely ridiculous, but they've been things that wouldn't usually make me cry, put it that way. I'm getting quite pissed off with myself for it, cos it's just stupid and pathetic - especially as I have no idea why I'm doing it.
I think I'm broken... my head hurts, though that's nothing new, my eyes are sore, my stomach hurts and I keep doing the stupid "oh, that's not a wonderful thing... let's have a cry about it! Literally!" Stupid hormones... let's blame them. That'll work.
You know that song 'Friday On My Mind' by the Easybeats?
I have that song in my head because it's very appropriate for me at the moment. Lately, all I seem to do is live like that song:
Monday morning feels so bad,
Everybody seems to nag me.
Come on Tuesday I feel better,
Even my old man looks good.
Wednesday just won't go,
Thursday goes too slow.
I've got Friday on my mind...
Lately, that is me. I have Monday and the whole day I'm just waiting impatiently for it to be over, because it's the longest day and most horrible day of my week. Tuesday I do feel a bit better, cos I can sleep in and relax a bit, so that's ok. Wednesday, although I only have three hours of class, it just doesn't go - I think it could be the two hours of PT that make it feel longer than it is, too. Thursday goes far too slow. Although I'm busy most of the day, with three hours of class, with an hour break after two of the classes, then two hours of PT to get home, the day just seems to last forever. By the time I'm done with all of that, I have a little time to have a break, then get ready for karaoke and this week is the final, so I should put in somewhat of an effort to look nice-ish (as good as it gets, being me, that is) and warm my voice up, etc.
Ugh. Anyway, all of that just finally gets me to Friday, which is a good day because it's the beginning of my weekend (cos I have no Uni on Friday), and I actually get to do something I want to do, rather than a whole bunch of stuff I have to do. I also get to spend some time with the busiest man on Earth, and that makes me happy, so there are no reasons for me to not be excited about it finally being Friday.
It's probably quite bad for me to be this way, because most of my week is spent looking forward to the end of it, rather than enjoying or actually caring much about the bulk of it, but I don't feel bad. Uni is a lonely place for me, so I have no reason to enjoy being there, other than learning new, interesting things. Anyway, that's another story.
Geeze, I really don't update much these days if this is the length of my first post for a while. And it's all life stuff, too. Not necessarily interesting life stuff, but life stuff nonetheless.
I really need to find a way to write these posts in 250 words or less or something...