-My history professor? Is really an awesome human being. I basically had to embarrass the shit out of myself and potentially do more harm than good with an informational email about why my work has completely blown horse nuts this past month or so, and he answered the email in exactly the way I needed him to. That helped immensely. The only reason I bothered explaining things to him and not my other professors is because he’ll have me in a class next semester, as well, and the same issues will likely keep cropping up.
-Yes, the girls out in the hallway yelling and guffawing after I’ve asked them TWICE to be quiet are really irritating, but it’s another reminder of the house waiting for me, and the fact that I won’t have to deal with this next semester, or ever again. Bliss.
-My concert dress fits me perfectly everywhere except the arms, where it cuts off my circulation if I attempt to do anything but let my arms hang limply at my sides. So I took a seam ripper and destroyed the seam on the bottom of the sleeve (it’s just about a 1″ seam, so it won’t be noticeable to anyone else), and it seems to have helped at least a bit. Good thing, because I have to wear that thing for 2 hours tomorrow night.
-My sinus infection seems to be clearing up, albeit very slowly. Forgetting to take my Sudafed today turned out to be a horrible mistake, but I feel a bit better now, and I have Nyquil waiting for me on my desk. One swig and I’ll be good to go.
-I don’t have a ton of friends, so I feel lonely pretty often. BUT the friends I do have? Are pretty well the best friends I could hope for right now, and it’s worth being lonely for 10 hours if I get to spend 20 minutes talking to one of them.
-I do pretty fucking amazing makeup jobs, if I do say so myself.
Okay, I feel a bit better now. It’s been like ATTACK OF THE EMO the past couple of days. I think it’s because I just haven’t had a good cry in the past several weeks. I believe a good cry every couple of weeks is absolutely essential to my functioning or something, because when I don’t cry, even when I’m having a pretty good time, I feel an overload of “ick” that only goes away after the waterworks start. It’s so weird.