Messed Up

I am quite tired at the moment, but I have not finished my brain project for psych that is due tomorrow. Meh. Creativity takes such time. So I am taking a break and wasting much more time than is really necessary.

There really was something I needed to say, though I can't think of what it was now of course.

On Monday night (last night, whatever, I get all confused when it comes to be only a little past midnight) it took me forever to fall asleep: 1. my back hurt 2. I couldn't stop thinking about being murdered/running away from a pack of murderers 3. the entire situation of 2 occurred in varying stages of detail multiple times as I tried to cut off the thought and focus on something else 4. the entire idea of trying to stop thinking about it back-fired and so I resigned myself to imagining an incredibly terrifying fate over and over again 5. all these thoughts made me feel a little nauseated 6. I am seriously messed up.

Otherwise, the day turned out alright. As secretary, I had to speak at the Tri-M induction, and while I dislike public speaking I actually wasn't all that nervous (although, I did not look up from the paper once while I read my part of the ceremony (tiny cop-out)).

Okay, back to gluing and being creative and what-not.

Satellite Radio

Why I love satellite radio:

1. there are no commercials (except on this one channel, but I don't listen to it so it doesn't matter)

2. the songs remain uncensored. Censored songs annoy me to no end, we all know what they're saying, there's absolutely no reason to bleep it out.

3. The radio announcers are allowed to say things like this: "Wouldn't you let *some guy's name from a band I can't remember* tape you naked and masturbating? I TOTALLY WOULD." or "There's no need to go out on Valentine's day. Instead, stay home and rock out in your living room naked, it has to be naked, to this radio station."

A Good Day

So I am getting X-rays on my back tomorrow. At the moment I feel more intrigued than worried; this will be a pretty interesting experience. I was also prescribed stronger pain meds today at the doctor, since ibuprofen and tylenol don't work.

Being that it was impossibly nice out today, I got home from school to put my stuff down and turn right back around and go for a walk. I had Chloe's iPod with me (an acquisition made through collateral for a dollar earlier today) to keep me company as I wondered my neighborhood streets and into the woods. There I meandered for about forty minutes following the creek out to Smithbridge, five successful crossings of the creek were made on the way, and one unsuccessful in which I overestimated the stability of two wooden boards stacked upon each other (only my feet got soaked though, right through my Chucks and into my socks). When I got out to Smithbridge I followed it back over the hills and to my neighborhood entrance. Twas a grand afternoon.

During lunch today, Chloe discovered that our graffiti project has been set back (I had actually discovered the set back in another bathroom earlier that day, but didn't realize it at the time). It seems that the janitors finally found our work, and the proper cleaning solution to fix it with. We were properly outraged in our perhaps a little melodramatic reactions, twas great fun, my cheeks hurt from laughing so much. I hope the janitors realize that this means war; a war that I am most willing to fight until the day I leave this school, and WIN.

Sometimes

Sometimes I get involved in forums on the interwebs (mostly HP related), sometimes I let others know something about myself, and sometimes they reach out to me, and sometimes, this makes me cry. That other people who don't know me personally are willing to offer me guidance and care makes me realize that the world isn't all bad.


My dad made me an appointment with an orthopedic doctor in 2 weeks. While I cringe at the idea of dealing with this pain for that long, I'd rather do that than go to the ER.

In Which I Am Okay

The view out my window is so calming and peaceful; I'd sit on my roof if it wasn't so cold out. I love snow, though I don't think I'd be able to handle another day alone if we had a snow day.

So this neck/back thing is still going on, I thought it was starting to go away on Sunday night, but alas, no such luck.

Have I ever mentioned here how much I love my friends? Because I do, so much.

You know what's funny? I got accepted in to Ursinus today, the college I only applied to because I was getting anxious waiting for Hofstra to reply back. It's nice to be accepted, but I never really planned on going there.

Hofstra is my first choice school, but I almost want to wait and see if I get accepted in to Northwestern before actually deciding to go. But that would be stupid, I would miss out on all the perks of returning my information and deposit early. Still...

I think I'm just psyching myself out now.