These Are the Days We Won't Get Back (thankfully)
Where to begin oh rant of rants?? I lost my student id - this is my means to everything (like eating / buying things / checking out videos) on campus, not having it sucks. I've looked everywhere, including a very chilly thorough search of the car. I am still bummed over my impending graduation - not that the leaving bit is so bad, I am prepared to deal with that on my own timeline once I move home and the lonesome montony kicks in, but the actual event itself has been putting me off for days. Essentially, I never made friends with the 100 people in my Feb class, I've been on a small talk basis with these people for four years and I don't like the idea of spending any more time with these people than necessary. My mother has been very supportive and she says I can skip as many of the little receptions as I want. I've been sleeping whenever possible because it beats doing nothing (it is one baby step above doing nothing) and I've been tired, lazy, and avoiding unnecessary social interactions. Tonight, in order to bust out of my rut, I've tried my old cure-all, junk food, and grilled cheese goodness helped. But I am still down and out and 3,500 miles from Beverly Hills. Hoping that McGill will answer my temporary laundry list of complaints with the world, but even this has been a series of headaches, emails, cancellations, and then more phone messages. So glad this is the last debate trip I'll ever plan.
Yeah, depression is lousy. It's lousy to be in a place that makes it all too easy to bundle up and sleep through the afternoon. It's lousy when the one thing you should do is mail out some resumes and some letters but it can certainly wait until tomorrow. I putzed around on my stuff for my video class, sent my requisite four emails promoting this weekend's event and that's all I can do until class assigns me some more tasks tomorrow. Anyway, that and for the first time in my life I've been listening to a lot of old school Prince (or the artist formerly known as Prince), Wilco, and also the Smiths, I don't know how I'd classify this tangent, whiney / somewhere west of pop and east of mopey?? I often find that a new music fix can postpone the "change everything" about my life right now urges that sink in from time to time. So yeah, that's me. I guess I am going for a nightcap across the hall, but I need to be careful on how my moodiness can potentially harm or hurt others. When you have nothing nice to say, sit in your room, blog, download music, drink diet coke, and sleep.
posted by lmjasinski at 10:11 PM
