Bah, when did I become so judgmental?
I have no clue how to even start looking up the things necessary to start my art history essay that's due in FOUR DAYS, and I'm trying not to go into panic mode. So I'm going to do the responsible thing and blog about how much I'm freaking out.
I'm putting way too much stress on myself this week. It's been a really upsetting week. For no reason in particular. I'm just starting to get all the actual assignments. First essays and first tests and first readings, and I keep studying. But I've studied so much this week that I completely burned myself out on it, and I'm finding it hard to focus on much of anything.
To relieve some stress, I decided I would go get re-fitted for another bra. Turns out I'm a 40 DDD. What the fuck. This will eventually STOP, right? At least I went down in the ribcage and up in the boobs. Maybe all my weight will slowly travel upward into my bra. It would suck to do the reverse. So I dropped a hundred dollars (YIKES) on four new bras. There were only three in my size in the whole store, so I had the sales lady order the fourth one and ship it to my apartment (odd package). They were buy one get one half off, so I had to take advantage. And now the burden is pushed right up under my chin.
I kind of just want to sit here and cry, but that would be a problem, because I'm at the school library. VERY UPSET. HURGH. I have no reason to be freaking out, if I could just strap in and do this shit. I'm sure it's simple once you get going on it. There are lots of other people here working on the same thing. Maybe I'll come here tomorrow when it will likely be less crowded and all the necessary books will be not in use. Because those girls have all the books on their table, and it's that girl who dresses in intensely elaborate gothic lolita shit everyday. I have no desire to talk to her.
Maybe Amber can help me later. Or at least we can sit together and complain about all the homework that we're not doing. Oh gawh, I feel sick. I really need to stop stressing out over nothing. My hair is dropping out like a dog's winter coat. Shedding like a sheltie in the springtime.
Man, I went home to the apartment today to find the whole kitchen completely trashed. I mean, it's been getting progressively worse over the past few days. I cleaned it thoroughly on the first of the month- stove, counters, cabinets, everything. Today it was awful again. Dishes strewn all across the counter, crumbs and boil-overs dropped on the stove and floor with reckless abandon. It took me almost an hour to get everything back in order. Sometimes I feel like the only adult in the apartment. And I'm the youngest one there! And Caitlin has yet to clean the bathroom since Christmas break. I told her she needs to get in the habit of cleaning it often, and I wrote the date that I last cleaned (January 24) on the mirror. It's been almost three weeks. If it's not clean when I get home, I'm going to talk to her.
I just feel like I have no control over anything right now. I need to get a handle on things, quick.
I'm putting way too much stress on myself this week. It's been a really upsetting week. For no reason in particular. I'm just starting to get all the actual assignments. First essays and first tests and first readings, and I keep studying. But I've studied so much this week that I completely burned myself out on it, and I'm finding it hard to focus on much of anything.
To relieve some stress, I decided I would go get re-fitted for another bra. Turns out I'm a 40 DDD. What the fuck. This will eventually STOP, right? At least I went down in the ribcage and up in the boobs. Maybe all my weight will slowly travel upward into my bra. It would suck to do the reverse. So I dropped a hundred dollars (YIKES) on four new bras. There were only three in my size in the whole store, so I had the sales lady order the fourth one and ship it to my apartment (odd package). They were buy one get one half off, so I had to take advantage. And now the burden is pushed right up under my chin.
I kind of just want to sit here and cry, but that would be a problem, because I'm at the school library. VERY UPSET. HURGH. I have no reason to be freaking out, if I could just strap in and do this shit. I'm sure it's simple once you get going on it. There are lots of other people here working on the same thing. Maybe I'll come here tomorrow when it will likely be less crowded and all the necessary books will be not in use. Because those girls have all the books on their table, and it's that girl who dresses in intensely elaborate gothic lolita shit everyday. I have no desire to talk to her.
Maybe Amber can help me later. Or at least we can sit together and complain about all the homework that we're not doing. Oh gawh, I feel sick. I really need to stop stressing out over nothing. My hair is dropping out like a dog's winter coat. Shedding like a sheltie in the springtime.
Man, I went home to the apartment today to find the whole kitchen completely trashed. I mean, it's been getting progressively worse over the past few days. I cleaned it thoroughly on the first of the month- stove, counters, cabinets, everything. Today it was awful again. Dishes strewn all across the counter, crumbs and boil-overs dropped on the stove and floor with reckless abandon. It took me almost an hour to get everything back in order. Sometimes I feel like the only adult in the apartment. And I'm the youngest one there! And Caitlin has yet to clean the bathroom since Christmas break. I told her she needs to get in the habit of cleaning it often, and I wrote the date that I last cleaned (January 24) on the mirror. It's been almost three weeks. If it's not clean when I get home, I'm going to talk to her.
I just feel like I have no control over anything right now. I need to get a handle on things, quick.