

Ventilation desperately needed.
So I woke up around 9:25 a.m. Today....realizing that it was INDEED Monday and that I do INDEED have class, that had started at 8:30 a.m. And ends at 9:25 a.m. Which equates to me, sleeping through an entire class. T_T
And it was a class that I actually likedasfd@#$#^
you know, one or two slip ups, I can overlook. Happens to anybody and everybody yes? But once you find yourself apologizing for everything little thing, week after week, and telling yourself youapos;ll do better if you just actually DO�something about it, and no good results come from it? Then maybe itapos;s time to throw in the towel and just say, "I slip up because Iapos;m messed up"
I donapos;t mean "messed up" in the head like Health Ledger (god bless his soul) playing the joker kind of "messed up". I mean the nooks and crannies in my head are all messed up and I keep trying to put them in some kind of order and they just slip right back into place. Like a giant piece of dough that you try to push out, and the little yeast guys and girls inside are like: No no no (like a bad karaoke version of Amy�Winehouseapos;s hit single in a really high octave) and just pull themselves back to their original position. (and yes, I did just insert a metaphor within a metaphor) Itapos;s only when you start beating the crap out of the dough or start giving it some air and twirl way up into the air that it starts to give. That is like my brain and life.
Basically�I just need to accept that Iapos;m never going to be that straight A student and this is as good as itapos;s going to get. Maybe I should just be thankful that Iapos;m where I am. I�understand my classes. This is the second class that Iapos;ve missed after a month and a half of school. Iapos;m relatively on top of my honors project. ....<.<....>.>.... Doubtful. But Iapos;m going to stay hopeful on that note. And Iapos;m almost done with my job applications, with more than a month left for recomendations. Roommate life and dating life are relatively stable. I donapos;t write like an 8th grader anymore. (Now I write like a 9th grader�=D..okay maybe 11th at most)
::SIGH:: hereapos;s another metaphor for the day: Sometimes I feel like my life is so chaotic and the more I try to grip control on it, the more out of wack it becomes. And the situation starts to feel like a christmas ornament; so fragile that if I grip it too hard, itapos;ll shatter.
Now I need a translator so all of this venting can makes sense to the rest of the world. Know my angst. Fear it.
dry skin beauty tips, blank personal bill of sale, blank personal check, blank personal checks, blank personal financial statement.
































