hi. we’re speaking in short sentences today. yesterday I was going to write about Greekman. But that didn’t happen. yesterday, lots of things did happen though. my parents were screaming at each other. My grandma defecated all over herself and the bed, and it took me hours to clean up. she also fell out of bed in the middle of the night, and was very, very scared. then, when that part of the day was over with, after I had my two classes I found out I have an exam tomorrow in anatomy&physiology. and after dinner? tompettyboyfriend called me. and for lack of better terminology, broke up with me. no, i dont want to talk about it. yes, i’m fine. i’m really tired. exhausted really. i dont have the effort to put forth the analyzing of anything. because my brain hurts. lotsly. after that, i had to take a molecular cell biology 10 pt. quiz. which i failed. but then, this morning, the professor admitted to having messed up on some answers, and gave everyone perfect 10 out of 10s. i got my hair highlited this afternoon and now i’m blond. pretty blond. i feel pretty. even though my insides feel pretty shitty. hey, that rhymed. i called off of work tonight. and i will be studying for the rest of evening. that, and admiring my pretty blond hair in the mirror. while silently listening to music bemoaning the fact that everyone, including men i date can say i’m the entire package, smart, beautiful, funny, charming, etc, etc, yet its never enough. i’m tired of thinking. i want a very strong martini. and to hang out with my girlfriends on outdoor patios and drink said martinis. i’m nervous about figuring out this whole loan thing. anymore, i feel numb to everything. planning my move is very trying and stressful. on me and my family. i’m going to miss my puppy. i also want colbyjack cheese cubes right now. the end.
April 8, 2009
word vomit & short sentences.
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April 8, 2009 at 3:06 pm
I’m sorry to hear you had a bad day. I don’t know the background on Tom Petty BF, but Tom Petty looks like a man’s skeleton in jeans made for a female skeleton. I hope you feel better.
April 8, 2009 at 3:11 pm
aw i’m sorry bb. i’ll have a margarita while you have a martini how about that? meet you after work?
*hugs*
April 8, 2009 at 3:13 pm
Oh, darling. That is not a good update. I’m sorry about your family. Fuck that idiot man. Get those cheese cubes and look at yourself in the mirror a lot! You hot blond, you.
April 8, 2009 at 3:21 pm
I’m sorry to hear that. School is stressful enough without have to deal with men who don’t seem to know what they want! So eat cheese and drink martinis…we all deserve too.
April 8, 2009 at 3:50 pm
Oh girl, what a terribly exhausting day!
But think – 4, 5 nay 6 months from now you will be getting in the groove of grad school, in a new city (maybe? yes? not sure.) working on your the path you’ve charted yourself and this will be but a memory.
The months after the acceptance and leading up to me actually leaving for grad school were the most stressful for me. I think it’s so you can appreciate what comes after so much more.
I went back to school at 29 with loans for the first time and trust that it all works out.
April 8, 2009 at 4:00 pm
i’m sorry
if you ever want to catch up or vent you know where to find me.
p.s. i will be in town for easter!
April 8, 2009 at 4:58 pm
I’ve been a reader for a while.
And loved your spirit and words and verve.
You’ve made me smile many many times.
Thank you.
And tonight nameless faceless stranger, I wish I could reach out and hug you and tell you to keep believing that you are awesome.
Because you are.
And strong.So strong.
So for what it’s worth, here you go.
*HUG*
April 8, 2009 at 5:19 pm
Your blog is awesome and so are you! Adding you to my “blogs I crave”.
April 8, 2009 at 5:21 pm
mmmm cheese cubes.
sorry about your day. sucks to feel that way… i’m not quite sure what to recommend you do to make yourself feel better? i understand what it’s like to feel numb to everything. not sure if there is a cure…. if there is, i hope you can find it!!
April 8, 2009 at 5:54 pm
big hugs!!!
April 8, 2009 at 7:36 pm
shit. hug.
April 8, 2009 at 8:13 pm
Big hugs, lady. Also, big pointy darts at TomPettyBF.
April 9, 2009 at 6:11 am
I’m sorry about your bad day. Boys are dumb and family can be yucky sometimes too. Just focus on doing great on your test and eat cheese and look at your pretty blond hair. I’m sure you’re gorgeous! TPBF just couldn’t handle all the hotness.
April 9, 2009 at 9:18 am
bad days SUCK. at least there was the 10 pt quiz thing and getting your hair done! TomPettyBF is obviously not in his right mind, and therefore should be disregarded immediately! I hope today is a better day for you!
xo
April 9, 2009 at 11:33 am
oh sweetie, that’s horrible. i am so sorry about your family stuff. the boy thing – it sucks but the one thing you can count on is that you will be over it soon enough. there is ALWAYS another guy.
xoxoxoxoxoox
April 10, 2009 at 2:23 am
Good lord, I am sorry dear. I am such an asshole. You’re right I work too much and forget the important things in life. You can have a martini w/me any time.
h.kitty
April 10, 2009 at 11:42 am
*hugs*
colby jack cheese cubes fix all.
April 10, 2009 at 11:33 pm
shitty!!! hugs from me. short sentences help. venting emotions as they bubble up, thoughts as they materialize helps. love.
April 13, 2009 at 4:08 pm
GL Chica.
A&P exams….I SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO do not miss them. Yesterday GuyRoommate’s g/f asked me an A&P question, and as if she hit a button…I started spewing the answer. Her eyes glazed over, so I knew I still had it.
April 14, 2009 at 2:35 pm
Sending you a (belatedly) huge hug, a giant bag of colbyjack cheese cubes, a fishbowl-sized martini and all the friends and love and support you can shake a stick at and then some.
July 28, 2009 at 6:02 pm
Ok, so I can’t count on two hands the number of times I’ve heard the same: “you’re perfect.” “how are you single?” “the man who marries you will be the luckiest man on earth”
After the third or fourth time it just hurts.
Hope the cheese cubes and martinis work their magic!