Hay all! Sorry I'm so horrid at posting in this thing; I promise that I read my flist regularly and enjoy it. You all just have significantly more interesting lives than I do ( Read more... )

it's weird to think about things that could have been.

my grandmother was a finalist for the teachers in space program that put a science teacher on the Challenger.

my mother got pregnant when I was in second or third grade but lost the baby quite soon into the pregnancy.

ugh I'm such a spaz. for some reason, when I was getting ready this morning, I was like 'I have to be at work at ten,' and I was running super late so I left my apartment at 9.55 and was freaking out.

but then I got to work this morning and went to sign my timesheet.

and promptly realised that I work 10.30 - 1.30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. not ( Read more... )

So I hate the feeling that school (well, college) has turned me into a spaz. I had all my shit together in high school, I got a 4.0, I did 2348023407432 activities and I pretty much kicked ass at everything and had a blast. But now I have test anxiety, general anxiety, I'm chronically exhausted and I'm not doing well in my Physics classes. I ( Read more... )

Ugh time is going so oddly lately - there are bouts where it takes forever to go through a week, but this morning I woke up and was surprised that it's Thursday already...

Can't we just fast forward to Christmas? Please? I'm so over this school thing. Really.

Online journals are little filters that we each see every one else's lives through, the parts others choose to share with us. That said, we all think we are close, but really we seldom know *a lot* about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. ( Read more... )

You know, as lapsed a Catholic as I may be, it still feels really weird putting a barcode on and writing the call number in a Bible...

I feel lost and I feel like I'm losing a lot of my friends, or at least the good relationships I had with them.

But I'm surviving, so what else is there to do?

Seriously, America? Seriously?

It's really validating to have someone from Paris think you're a native French speaker. It also is helping my excitement for going back to school -- at least there's one class I'll like. Ugh ugh ugh why is school so obnoxious? I hope this semester is better than the last, at least ( Read more... )