Whine

Oct 09, 2010 11:58



I would just like to point out that I have white lines and red pustules on the back of my throat and where my tonsils formerly were, before they were chopped out about 12 years ago. Strep throat OR mono, if it doesn't fade away soon.  Also somehow while trying to chop things out of my schedule of obligations I have become secretary of the Newman Club and treasurer of the literary magazine. In addition to already ridiculously active duties of being President of Biology Club.

Chop chop chop chop.

I don't want to do my 3 papers/2 lab reports/1 quiz/studying for 2 large tests/lab stuff so I can be ready for San Diego Society of Neuroscience meeting in less than a month (!).

I want to lay around and work on something creative. Like, for instance, finding all my Halloween books. I had at least three different illustrated copies of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and I could only find the miniature one before collapsing rasping on the couch.

Also I need to finish my Halloween costume and email three thousand people regarding ideas for Halloween on Vernon for Bio Club and Newman Club tables, and driving the VAN of the Trinity business office for a bio club field trip in a  week.

And I have a short story outline that I think I could acutally get into and write if I could only muster the time.
And therapy is just draining my bank account and making me more nervous. Waste of time. I'm hopelessly anxious, pessimestic, prone to depression spells, and overly critical of everyone and myself most of all. I already knew that, Doc.

Meanwhile I've contacted my estranged aunt to see if she has pictures of my dead grandparents, who I'm interested in to a semi-morbid degree. She didn't really answer my question- just said she "teared up" at the sight of my name.

Listen, lady, you're the one who fled to the South within a week of my grandmother's death. I'm still where I've always been. Same house as a decade ago when you peaced, but not in peace at all. AND, what a pity, you have an awesome self-employed career as a photographer/jewelry artist/graphic designer, so what's the problem scanning in a few black and whites from the olden days, huh? Takes a sec, do it quick.

Chop chop.

And you know what? Everyone I've talked to have said happily that THEY don't have any homework over this long weekend. NONE. Am I really the only one in three science classes (2 with labs) and 2 sem-advanced Spanish classes? Huh? Is that so over-achieverish?

Guess it is stop whining and begin the day with shower/non-pajamas/emails/textbook reading time.

Just MY EUSTACHIAN TUBE IS BURNING. Okay. Done, really this time.

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