oh my god.
is it terrible to admit that being an unshowered, self important, basket case, who lays in bed for three days with a migraine, incessantly watching a show about overly self involved and dramatic doctors, stumbling around my apartment wearing sweat pants, a wife beater, and glasses with what without argument could be considered the messiest hair ever have, probably been three of the most painfully unproductive and suiting days i've had in a good long time? yeah, it probably is terrible, but, i'm in my twenties so fuck it. this week isn't all bad, its cloudy right now AND i'm going to santa barbara this weekend. this high will probably fade a bit as soon as i make my triumphant return to reality tomorrow, but at least i have documentation of this fleeting high. so, when things get bad i can refer to this precious little journal entry to remind myself that even in the miserablest of times that even being miserable has it's endearing points. i'll try to remember to tell myself this when i am once again imersed in the land of tests, homework, and stress. i wonder if it's pathetic to constantly remind myself to look on the bright side. whatever, i'm going to watch grey's anatomy until i puke and damn it, no matter how ashamed i feel for admitting that i am going to enjoy it. aaaaaamen!