November 3rd, 2004


(no subject)


October sucked. November and December are shaping up to be more of the same. I'm most likely going to fail at least one class, and it's a class that I hate so much it's physically painful. Another has me running scared because I'm actually trying to do a decent job but the subject itself is killing me because it's boring, non-interactive, and was misrepresented by the department. I'm having a pretty ugly personality clash with my entire piccolo section. I can't get anyone, in any arena of my life, to just shut up for a moment and listen when I talk. I had to abandon one of my favorite books in the middle (and it's part of an entire series I was rereading on top of that) because I know the ending is tearjerking and I can't handle that right now. And to top it all off, I can't even find anything to read online for stress relief because of the goddamn election fallout.

So for the sake of the tenuous grip I've still got on my stability, talk to me. Say anything you want, as long as it's pleasant and not political. Read a book you think I'd like? Find a dollar on the sidewalk? See a really nice sunset? Pet do something cute? Tell me. It doesn't have to make me laugh. It doesn't even have to make me smile. It just has to not make me hate the world more.