Since when was the best yet to come?
I have been kind of lousy for the past...ohh, let's say...week.
I miss Brian. Not even being with him being with him. I just miss his silliness and nonchalant attitude. His company. I saw him a while ago and the guy next to me struck up a conversation with him. He must have seen me, and gave me no more than a boy nod. You know those mere nods to signal acknowledgment. It just felt cold to me. I have been strong and have not tried to go out of my way to contact him, but sometimes I wonder if he wants to be friends like I want to be friends. Ex's hate being friends from my experience.
I met Ashleyee's boy of interest, Val. Only, he hates being called that. I totally forgot and kept calling him that all afternoon. Whoops. He seems nice. He's tall, Dutch, and lives in Aruba. Fancy, I know. We hung out at Northeastern with the infamous Kevin Hadar. When we went back to my room, Brian McMahon, who I was hanging out with earlier, was found asleep in my bed. Eeep. This required some explanation. This Brian tagged along with us down MA Ave. and onto the T only to get off at the next stop. Val said he likes me. That is a bit too weird for my tastes. This Brian is already firmly established in the friend / big bro zone.
So last Thursday my eye was a little itchy. Spencer, from my IB social group noticed that it was red. No problem, I thought. No big deal. Then KittyKat saw it and said, "No, it is super red!" And red it was. The whites of my eyes no longer existed. Only reds. The next day I woke up and it was still bad. I skipped out on class and went to the college doctor. He said that I have bacterial conjunctivitis. He gave me some drops. I went to sleep that night and my infected eye was tearing up so bad, that I accidently cried into the other eye and got it infected too. Now, I have a constant look of pothead. Red, bloodshot eyes. Plus I have not been sleeping to well, which only contributes to my crappy-feeling self.
I was walking to Shaw's in the rain today, slipped, and fell. I did not fall hard enough to scrape my knee, but I did walk determined enough to break a hole in my sock.
I just feel awful. I am beginning to lose my appetite. My muscles feel tight. My eyes, I hope are getting better, but are still sometimes watery and itchy. I am constantly tired, but not sleepy. I just want to be. And lay there. But if I be and if I lay, I get bored and angry with myself because I am being unproductive. Gahh. No winning. No point.
I miss Brian. Not even being with him being with him. I just miss his silliness and nonchalant attitude. His company. I saw him a while ago and the guy next to me struck up a conversation with him. He must have seen me, and gave me no more than a boy nod. You know those mere nods to signal acknowledgment. It just felt cold to me. I have been strong and have not tried to go out of my way to contact him, but sometimes I wonder if he wants to be friends like I want to be friends. Ex's hate being friends from my experience.
I met Ashleyee's boy of interest, Val. Only, he hates being called that. I totally forgot and kept calling him that all afternoon. Whoops. He seems nice. He's tall, Dutch, and lives in Aruba. Fancy, I know. We hung out at Northeastern with the infamous Kevin Hadar. When we went back to my room, Brian McMahon, who I was hanging out with earlier, was found asleep in my bed. Eeep. This required some explanation. This Brian tagged along with us down MA Ave. and onto the T only to get off at the next stop. Val said he likes me. That is a bit too weird for my tastes. This Brian is already firmly established in the friend / big bro zone.
So last Thursday my eye was a little itchy. Spencer, from my IB social group noticed that it was red. No problem, I thought. No big deal. Then KittyKat saw it and said, "No, it is super red!" And red it was. The whites of my eyes no longer existed. Only reds. The next day I woke up and it was still bad. I skipped out on class and went to the college doctor. He said that I have bacterial conjunctivitis. He gave me some drops. I went to sleep that night and my infected eye was tearing up so bad, that I accidently cried into the other eye and got it infected too. Now, I have a constant look of pothead. Red, bloodshot eyes. Plus I have not been sleeping to well, which only contributes to my crappy-feeling self.
I was walking to Shaw's in the rain today, slipped, and fell. I did not fall hard enough to scrape my knee, but I did walk determined enough to break a hole in my sock.
I just feel awful. I am beginning to lose my appetite. My muscles feel tight. My eyes, I hope are getting better, but are still sometimes watery and itchy. I am constantly tired, but not sleepy. I just want to be. And lay there. But if I be and if I lay, I get bored and angry with myself because I am being unproductive. Gahh. No winning. No point.