I Do Sadness...
aka: Reasons Today Sucks
Classes have started again and being on campus is different. I'm not entirely sure why but it is and I'm not a fan. Maybe it's because a good chunk of the people I know are studying abroad this semester. Who knows.
And I have four classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. It makes for a long day and homework piling up quickly. Like I have a story due next Friday already in one of my classes piling up.
But the black, gross icing on the stale cake is that I have stage seats for Spring Awakening Saturday night in Cinci. That sounds good doesn't it?
Not so much when one of my best friends and ride to Cinci is not coming thanks to her parentals. And I'm starting to think that finding a ride there will be impossible, thus crushing my fragile hope and potential happiness. I'm starting to think that parents are given instructions during birthing classes about how to ruin their child's future plans such as, "Now, do not let them travel outside of an hour radius with their friends. It will make them happy, but it would be way to dangerous. You would be putting too much faith and trust in them. It is better for them to sulk at home and resent you." (I'm exaggerating, but still).
Therefore, I do sadness (sorry Moritz/Blake/Johnny) and life is totally sucking.
And yes, Johnny!Moritz is in mourning with me.
Classes have started again and being on campus is different. I'm not entirely sure why but it is and I'm not a fan. Maybe it's because a good chunk of the people I know are studying abroad this semester. Who knows.
And I have four classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. It makes for a long day and homework piling up quickly. Like I have a story due next Friday already in one of my classes piling up.
But the black, gross icing on the stale cake is that I have stage seats for Spring Awakening Saturday night in Cinci. That sounds good doesn't it?
Not so much when one of my best friends and ride to Cinci is not coming thanks to her parentals. And I'm starting to think that finding a ride there will be impossible, thus crushing my fragile hope and potential happiness. I'm starting to think that parents are given instructions during birthing classes about how to ruin their child's future plans such as, "Now, do not let them travel outside of an hour radius with their friends. It will make them happy, but it would be way to dangerous. You would be putting too much faith and trust in them. It is better for them to sulk at home and resent you." (I'm exaggerating, but still).
Therefore, I do sadness (sorry Moritz/Blake/Johnny) and life is totally sucking.
And yes, Johnny!Moritz is in mourning with me.