Stressed
Dear God, thinking of all the things I have to get done in the next couple of weeks makes me want to curl up in a tiny ball and cry. Out of nowhere real life just kind snuck up and smacked me dead in the face. What's up with that? I need to take the GRE's next month and grad school apps are due in December, but I'll have finals then, so I need to get them done before that, I have to test out of HIST 100 just to graduate, plus do all the stupid bullshit to graduate that Uconn's administration says is necessary, apply to Plainville schools to substitute teach in the spring...there's probably nine hundred more things that I have to do, but I can't remember them all right now. You know, just the regular stresses of taking 18 credits, working, and trying to maintain a competitive GPA. And my grad class makes me wanna cry a lot, too.
What makes everything worse? When my stress level rises, so does my libido. Therefore, a word of warning to any and all interested parties: don't be surprised if that's a constant theme in my LJ/conversation/whatever. See, it makes sense to me why my libido skyrockets during times of stress. It relaxes a body already wound tight, it takes my mind off of everything that's stressing me out, and, of course, it's one hell of an enjoyable way to pass the time. Particularly when you're with someone who knows what he's doing and enjoys doing it well. ;)
Maybe I'll just quite everything and become a wandering crackwhore or something. Not a lot of stress, particularly if you eliminate the crack part. And Georgie's already promised I can live in a big refrigerator box below her apartment. Or maybe I'll just follow along the respectable path of many women before me and just become the mistress of someone willing to take care of me. He doesn't even need to be wealthy--just willing to well, you know, support me. Or maybe I'll just scream until my vocal cords rupture. That'll take care of things for now. Okay, I'm off to study, cause that's all that's left in my world.
Someone love me, okay?
What makes everything worse? When my stress level rises, so does my libido. Therefore, a word of warning to any and all interested parties: don't be surprised if that's a constant theme in my LJ/conversation/whatever. See, it makes sense to me why my libido skyrockets during times of stress. It relaxes a body already wound tight, it takes my mind off of everything that's stressing me out, and, of course, it's one hell of an enjoyable way to pass the time. Particularly when you're with someone who knows what he's doing and enjoys doing it well. ;)
Maybe I'll just quite everything and become a wandering crackwhore or something. Not a lot of stress, particularly if you eliminate the crack part. And Georgie's already promised I can live in a big refrigerator box below her apartment. Or maybe I'll just follow along the respectable path of many women before me and just become the mistress of someone willing to take care of me. He doesn't even need to be wealthy--just willing to well, you know, support me. Or maybe I'll just scream until my vocal cords rupture. That'll take care of things for now. Okay, I'm off to study, cause that's all that's left in my world.
Someone love me, okay?