Life
Soooooo....
A lot of shit has gone down in the last few months. For those of you who actually care slash don't already know, my first time with Bryce happened recently.
It sucked, I'm not going to lie.
But! Today I go to the doctor -the one for ladies- and we're going to see what we can do to help me forgo the post-sex, I-might-be-prego freakout. Let's hope that all goes well.
My last final was today, and I so far have two B's and three A's, as English, the one class I've been having worries about, is the only one not yet entered, but I've been checking the online system every five minutes, and will most likely continue to do so until it either updates or I go insane and have to remove myself from the computer for my own safety.
I know that I'm crazy, but that doesn't change the fact that I need to know.
Kathy called me OCD the other day, which pissed my off for two reasons. The first; just because someone enjoys folding Starburst rappers into little squares and then arranging them into a rainbow and doesn't like it when people interrupt this cycle by asking for one does not make one have OCD. Second; people are not OCD, they have OCD.
And this girl, an idiot, in my art class told everyone she had multiple personality disorder, that it had been diagnosed and everything. I'm sitting there thinking, if it had been diagnosed by anyone credible, they would have used it's correct name, not the old, outdated one.
I really hate my generation.
I got a job and Goodwill, and it really sucks. Hard. I get hit on too often to keep tract of it all, mostly by men who's wives are at the jewelry counter and by those who ask in very round about ways if I'm legal. Not fun, not fun at all.
A lot of shit has gone down in the last few months. For those of you who actually care slash don't already know, my first time with Bryce happened recently.
It sucked, I'm not going to lie.
But! Today I go to the doctor -the one for ladies- and we're going to see what we can do to help me forgo the post-sex, I-might-be-prego freakout. Let's hope that all goes well.
My last final was today, and I so far have two B's and three A's, as English, the one class I've been having worries about, is the only one not yet entered, but I've been checking the online system every five minutes, and will most likely continue to do so until it either updates or I go insane and have to remove myself from the computer for my own safety.
I know that I'm crazy, but that doesn't change the fact that I need to know.
Kathy called me OCD the other day, which pissed my off for two reasons. The first; just because someone enjoys folding Starburst rappers into little squares and then arranging them into a rainbow and doesn't like it when people interrupt this cycle by asking for one does not make one have OCD. Second; people are not OCD, they have OCD.
And this girl, an idiot, in my art class told everyone she had multiple personality disorder, that it had been diagnosed and everything. I'm sitting there thinking, if it had been diagnosed by anyone credible, they would have used it's correct name, not the old, outdated one.
I really hate my generation.
I got a job and Goodwill, and it really sucks. Hard. I get hit on too often to keep tract of it all, mostly by men who's wives are at the jewelry counter and by those who ask in very round about ways if I'm legal. Not fun, not fun at all.