[ TWO ] I FAIL AT /LIFE/
I only slept for forty-five minutes last night. I blame this entirely on Ichigo. He terrified me so completely with his insinuations that my index cards were out of order that I had to go through every single one to make sure they were all in their correct place. Thankfully they were.
I would hate to have to push Ichigo out of our living room window, really.
After class, I ran a couple of errands (sixty dollars for five binders, three packages of index cards, four index card boxes, two packages of pens, sponges and conditioner is ridiculous), reviewed neuroleptics and went for a jog around the neighborhood. I've found a route that I like which is neither too strenuous nor too dangerous, and I enjoyed myself thoroughly. When I'm running, I forget about everything else -- the ten hours of studying I have to do later, the four missed calls from my mother, my upcoming unit exam. I suppose it's the closest to free I ever am.
The endorphin rush from the exercise allowed me to clean the entire apartment (except for Tenten's room, which I haven't been allowed in alone since the incident, and Ichigo's room, which I wouldn't want to be in alone), re-organize my pathology notes and start on --
MY MOTHER IS CALLING AGAIN. GOD. I really don't know how many times she has to hear yes, I'm doing well, yes, classes are fine, and no, I don't have a boyfriend before she realizes that my life is stagnant. It's hardly interesting and nothing ever changes.
No, mother, I don't need another script for Prozac. But thanks for asking.
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Why do I always sound like a moron around Sasuke? He must think -- I don't even want to know what he thinks. Now that he's finally paying attention to me (sort of), I can't even manage to string two coherent sentences together. It was very painful? WHAT WAS I THINKING?
I fail at life.
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I would hate to have to push Ichigo out of our living room window, really.
After class, I ran a couple of errands (sixty dollars for five binders, three packages of index cards, four index card boxes, two packages of pens, sponges and conditioner is ridiculous), reviewed neuroleptics and went for a jog around the neighborhood. I've found a route that I like which is neither too strenuous nor too dangerous, and I enjoyed myself thoroughly. When I'm running, I forget about everything else -- the ten hours of studying I have to do later, the four missed calls from my mother, my upcoming unit exam. I suppose it's the closest to free I ever am.
The endorphin rush from the exercise allowed me to clean the entire apartment (except for Tenten's room, which I haven't been allowed in alone since the incident, and Ichigo's room, which I wouldn't want to be in alone), re-organize my pathology notes and start on --
MY MOTHER IS CALLING AGAIN. GOD. I really don't know how many times she has to hear yes, I'm doing well, yes, classes are fine, and no, I don't have a boyfriend before she realizes that my life is stagnant. It's hardly interesting and nothing ever changes.
No, mother, I don't need another script for Prozac. But thanks for asking.
[Private]
Why do I always sound like a moron around Sasuke? He must think -- I don't even want to know what he thinks. Now that he's finally paying attention to me (sort of), I can't even manage to string two coherent sentences together. It was very painful? WHAT WAS I THINKING?
I fail at life.
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