…and I very well might be.
Woke up this morning to my Saturday plans being cancelled and my nose ring on the floor next to my bed, after having fallen out who knows how long before that.
I of course started freaking out and crying because a) it really hurts to try and push a nose ring back through your nostril when its swollen b) this things has really strange columbia-to do list-friends-summer-etc sentimental value to it, and it seemed way to symbolic/ironic for it to close up. Also, I can’t afford to get it re-pierced.
Luckily, after listening to my roommate, I waited a while and tried again later. I now have a fairly sore nose with a secure nose ring in it.
Of course, after my nap I was mortified at how dramatic I was. Especially when I thought about the number of people I interacted with during my freak out.
There is a chance college is actually make me LESS logical and LESS rational.
Let’s hope I don’t rip this thing out in my sleep again.
Good tv is back.
On the other hand, my first paper in 5 months could not be going any worse. I’m so glad it’s 50% of my grade.
I’ve counted 14 since I started typing this post alone. This is getting out of control.
So is the gym shorts situation. See below
Trying to decide if Meaghan and I should drive to Nashville for an Andrew Ripp concert tomorrow night and then get back Monday by 10am. Could be a good idea?…………or a seriously bad one since I have NO money.
See you in 3 months.
People like this depress me. I have nothing to do.
Trying to explain Columbia to people.
Why do I have so many friends of different races and religions? Oh it’s because, “my town was created to eliminate racial, religious, and income segregation”.
Thank you wikipedia.
Especially when you’re one of three Sophomores in a class full of upperclassmen.