I'll miss your dumb FACE!
I didn't realize I was in a bad mood until a Ticketmaster email popped up in my inbox with "Don't miss Tool" in the subject line and my immediate mental response was, "DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO."
Gotta say, I haven't been liking myself very much lately. I've been sulky, crabby, and quick to snap at people. It's mostly because school is coming down hard on me with deadlines for this one horrible project lurking and looming and breathing down my neck all day -- GO AWAY, FORMAL REPORT. I AM BLOGGING. STEP OFF. I've also been pushing myself too hard and turning everything into a chore, even stuff I enjoy.
Bottom line, I feel like I'm turning back into a teenager. I don't want to be all shrewish, really I don't! It's as little fun for me as it is for everyone around me. But there seems to be something a-bubbling in my brain that just won't let it be so. Boooo. I hope this passes soon.
Gotta say, I haven't been liking myself very much lately. I've been sulky, crabby, and quick to snap at people. It's mostly because school is coming down hard on me with deadlines for this one horrible project lurking and looming and breathing down my neck all day -- GO AWAY, FORMAL REPORT. I AM BLOGGING. STEP OFF. I've also been pushing myself too hard and turning everything into a chore, even stuff I enjoy.
Bottom line, I feel like I'm turning back into a teenager. I don't want to be all shrewish, really I don't! It's as little fun for me as it is for everyone around me. But there seems to be something a-bubbling in my brain that just won't let it be so. Boooo. I hope this passes soon.