sit and wonder / of every love that could've been / If I'd only thought of something charming to say
1. this is so uncool
2. went back to see the doctor about NOT GETTING ANY BETTER and bizarre chest pain (heartache? heartbreak???). these antibiotic tablets are as big as my head
3. in the interests of living a life that is pure and good and, above all, honest (cf. previous post) I have picked a new name for myself. I am no longer 'karen lee'. I would now like to be addressed as 'shit-for-brains'. I believe this more accurately reflects my personal lifestyle. thank you for your cooperation. I will notify you if I have second thoughts.
4. the doctor asked me what junior college I was in, and I told him. he was like 'oh. I was going to tell you to get the new cervical cancer vaccination but ... I guess it's not so urgent then.' HAHA I just about died. it's like we communists are too busy spreading revolution, we have no time for sex, etc
4a. actually he's right though. I have no time for ANYTHING. shit. shit. shit. I just slept the whole afternoon. I am perpetually torn between sleeping (so as to stop feeling like someone has made shepherd's pie in my skull and is now trying to stir it) and trying to do work (so as to stop having like. PANIC ATTACKS every time anyone says 'september'. 'september'. AARGH!)
5. rushed my history essay, and having done so, now keep forgetting to print it out and hand it in! upon reflection every history essay I've done this year has been written in an altered state of consciousness. I don't mean altered like 'trippy' or 'on the verge of attaining nirvana', I mean altered like 'impaired judgement'. this can't be good. e.g. writing essays overnight, wee hours of the morning, concluding paragraph at 7am, etc; this latest essay: slightly drunk (first part of this essay), fevered delirium (rest of the essay). reading it over it's like lol. that said it's never going to get fixed: I am sick as a DOG and also, I have no idea what I'm going to do about my prelims. shit, etc
2. went back to see the doctor about NOT GETTING ANY BETTER and bizarre chest pain (heartache? heartbreak???). these antibiotic tablets are as big as my head
3. in the interests of living a life that is pure and good and, above all, honest (cf. previous post) I have picked a new name for myself. I am no longer 'karen lee'. I would now like to be addressed as 'shit-for-brains'. I believe this more accurately reflects my personal lifestyle. thank you for your cooperation. I will notify you if I have second thoughts.
4. the doctor asked me what junior college I was in, and I told him. he was like 'oh. I was going to tell you to get the new cervical cancer vaccination but ... I guess it's not so urgent then.' HAHA I just about died. it's like we communists are too busy spreading revolution, we have no time for sex, etc
4a. actually he's right though. I have no time for ANYTHING. shit. shit. shit. I just slept the whole afternoon. I am perpetually torn between sleeping (so as to stop feeling like someone has made shepherd's pie in my skull and is now trying to stir it) and trying to do work (so as to stop having like. PANIC ATTACKS every time anyone says 'september'. 'september'. AARGH!)
5. rushed my history essay, and having done so, now keep forgetting to print it out and hand it in! upon reflection every history essay I've done this year has been written in an altered state of consciousness. I don't mean altered like 'trippy' or 'on the verge of attaining nirvana', I mean altered like 'impaired judgement'. this can't be good. e.g. writing essays overnight, wee hours of the morning, concluding paragraph at 7am, etc; this latest essay: slightly drunk (first part of this essay), fevered delirium (rest of the essay). reading it over it's like lol. that said it's never going to get fixed: I am sick as a DOG and also, I have no idea what I'm going to do about my prelims. shit, etc