Today I’m thankful for my dad who brings me coffee and makes me watch bad Hallmark Christmas movies. My mom who always knows where the best deals at for online shopping. My 35-year-old brother who brings his psycho exgirlfriend (guess they’re back together…) to Thanksgiving as a fun surprise for my parents. My sister who got it right and called her a curried buzzard. A nice boy who loves me, and Power Rangers on the Thanksgiving parade.
I can’t even recognize faces today. I think I’ve passed about 4 people I know- but instead of wave or smile, I give them the “I think I know them… do I? Fuck, I don’t know… should I risk it and say hi? Wait… Shit, they’re gone.” Meanwhile they look at me like “Why are you looking at me like that, I see you almost every day. Crazy bitch.”
I had a French quiz today that I desperately needed to do well on… we’ll see about that.
Currently I’m thinking about finishing this research outline due at 4. I’d so much rather sit on Tumblr, write a weekend recap, and teleport back to my room to sleep until tomorrow when my dad’s outside my dorm waiting to take me home.
You realize that the paper you’ve been stressing about all weekend that’s due tomorrow, and you haven’t even looked at the assignment yet- actually isn’t due until Wednesday.
Dancing in Caribou. I could cry. This weekend you guys…
Friday night I was that girl puking in the bushes (everyone has that first, right?). Thanks to boyfriend for saving sharing that proud moment with me, and sharing an evening puking in his bathroom together… so romantic. TMI, sorry.
Saturday night I almost got tongue raped and upskirted by Chris Farley’s cross-eyed-drunk doppelganger at my first UNC frat party.
I also got my favorite gray Pashmina stolen
Ugly cry all the way down the sketchy road to boyfriends so I could feel better about myself and have someone tell me to stop crying over a stupid scarf and a creepy manchild.
Today, I picked up a new grey pashmina and a new giant fuzzy purple scarf to make up for this weekend’s off the charts level of fucked up.
Currently in Caribou secretly, or not so secretly now, digging these Christmas jams and cranking out the other 2 papers I have due tomorrow- well sort of.
When boyfriend and I get into a “fight*” and it gets resolved with tears and “I’ll try harders” and the next weekend we go back to being like we were when we first started dating. I’m giddy, you guys. This r00lz.
*we don’t really fight, it’s more of a long intense text conversation where no one really listens to anything the other one is saying. But then we get together to talk it out and there’s a lot of “I’m sorry’s” and make up sex and everything’s great. But this one was particularly intense and scary.
This is a post from my other snarky blog for my English class. If you’re interested- I write every Tuesday, and sometimes they’re not so bad. This post is about how I’m an embarrassment to my major, but not really.
Wait, the Vampire Diaries cast was in Athens for the game on Saturday? And I was stuck inside the dumb restaurant that I work in, instead of being outside tailgating and possibly meeting them? Life blows.
This week is just one of those weeks where I don’t want to do anything. I just want to sit in my bed and be floppy and lazy. I don’t care about food, I don’t care about school work, I don’t care about the lease I’m supposed to be figuring out for a house next year, I don’t care. I want to. I’m trying to find a way to get myself out of it, but I can’t because I don’t care. I don’t think even a fuzzy animal kitten would get me out of this. It’s that bad. I woke up 40 minutes late for class even after sleeping 10+ hours with a nap at around 5:30 yesterday. Tumblr pals, how do you get out of funks? Is there a magic cure I don’t know about? Maybe some Starbucks concoction I can order?