Whoever Dances is One with the Universe

good:

-the newspaper likes me; they gave me an important article to write this week
-i'm really excited about yuletide. i got an awesome assignment
-the registrar's office accepted my major
-this weekend was really lovely
-dr. reingold has probably forgiven me for my sins
-i had a nice lunch with sean and amanda, with whom i would like to have a threesome

bad:

-i am so stressed out i want to die
-i have probably got an infection in my thumb from the nail being gone. it is all swollen and smells kind of like putrefaction
-i have this important article and all the interviews for it + a research paper + a book to read + two chapters of o.chem to understand and do problems for + eight hrs of class tuesday and thursday as well as study groups + actually staying alive for this week
-i haven't had dinner
-sean and amanda don't want to have a threesome with me (well, i haven't asked, but i feel pretty confident about this)

And in case you're wondering what prompted that last post, I'm still having issues with boys. It's--extremely silly.

Things would be very straightforward, by the way, if Liz weren't asexual. I would just offer my heart to her and hold her hand and be happy for-ever.

But the thing is that boy one just got a girlfriend, within the last two weeks, and I was very sorry but of course that's his right and I wasn't really doing a very good job of being proactive, so that's all right, time to get over it and I don't mind, and then boy two, who's been away for a while, came to visit, and I've always liked him a little. And he came in to see us while we were all sitting around watching a movie, and he was really drunk and I went to hug him and when I did I thought for one second that he was honestly going to kiss me, and I realised that I would be perfectly okay with that, and now I'm all shook up. It's like the plot of a romantic comedy! Next thing you know Jennifer Aniston will be starring in SOUJIN'S LIFE: IT'S ALL ABOUT THE LULZ and dear God. I am not pleased.

So. Not that it matters anyway, since boy two isn't even coming back to school until next semester. Idk why I even bother, flist. I just dk.

Livejournal is about to steal back my paid account again. Fff I cannot keep track of this stuff (nor can I, to be frank, afford it). I really need to buy a permanent account next time they offer those, because I've had this silly thing for six years now and it's been paid most of that time.

In other news, I dropped bio II, and already feel more like a human being. I've spent the afternoon so far relentlessly organising my life: I got the A.W.o.L. account updated (I'm the secretary) (it took three times, argh the appserver confuses me); made a masterlist of doctors/addresses/contact information for shadowing for my rural healthcare rotations class and have already contacted two; finished part one of my o.chem homework and sent it in; forced the jdrive to work and submitted my work for that; got a SHOWER; dropped my forms off at the registrar's; went to Weis to withdraw my last ten dollars so I can buy a train ticket home on Saturday; sent in my community service form; cleared off my desk; organised my pillbox.

Now I need to: recycle; do part two of my o.chem homework; contact the other eight doctors on my list (which will be phone calls rather than e-mails, bleh); do my religion homework.

I also need to e-mail Phil and see if he wants to go to dinner. And I was thinking I might e-mail Sean (the boy who invited me to watch Firefly with him/see his X-men comics) and ask if he wants to have lunch together some time. I am not really the person who makes the moves in most of my relationships, but, uh, I do really like him, so I figure I might as well go ahead and try to be proactive.

To-morrow I see the doctor (FFFFF) and the psychiatrist, and presumably have my blood taken for bloodwork. Also it's the first A.W.o.L. meeting of the semester. Oh, and I'm going to dye my hair again, I'm bored with this colour of red. Thursday I am going for EMS training. Friday I meet with Dr. Reingold. I think that's all the important stuff. I can breathe now! I think.

( Our Eighty Percent )

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( Love Song for Harmonica (Hallelujah and a Blue Dress) )

On a TMI front, can I just say that I didn't really want to spend my Saturday throwing up? It turns out that seven-hour shifts in minimal clothing in the cold October nights do not agree with me.

Bleagh.

(on the plus side, the guy who was sharing my shift was a total sweetheart, and played harmonica and pocket recorder for me while I was lying in the dirt being a toxic waste mutant.)

Dear Mr Tartaglia:

I really have no idea who you are, except that you are on a quite good children's television programme called Johnny and the Sprites, which I sometimes see when I'm at the gym, and that you make wonderful, wonderful faces. And that when you finished that one song, 'Rules are Made for a Reason', you struck a Freddie Mercury pose.

That's reason enough for me to love you, really. I just wanted to let you know.

Love, Soujin

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In other news, LJ isn't sending me comment notifications again.