Flagpole Sitta
So...I've finally reached the point where I think my brain has melted out through my ears during the night. The crazy stress from school has turned me spastic, and I'm suffering from horrible mood swings and insomnia. Let me tell you, I'm one fun gal to be around. I've been so pooped for the past few weeks with finishing everything up I haven't had energy to do things I like. I feel bad because Jeff is having a party tonight but I'm too zombie-like to go. We spent most of the day with his parents, and having gotten maybe 3 hours of sleep last night, I just need a good relaxing evening. Unfortunately for Jeff, his friends like to jump to conclusions are will probably freak out because I'm not there. It reminds me of highschool sometimes.
Speaking of highschool, I had a highschool/ Mean Girls movie flashback the other day when I got invited to a graduation party by one of my MBA classmates. Apparently I'm cool enough to get an invite...but the rest of my friends aren't. You'd think this nonsense would end once you get to be an adult. Sigh. On principle alone, I'm not going.
Speaking of highschool, I had a highschool/ Mean Girls movie flashback the other day when I got invited to a graduation party by one of my MBA classmates. Apparently I'm cool enough to get an invite...but the rest of my friends aren't. You'd think this nonsense would end once you get to be an adult. Sigh. On principle alone, I'm not going.