aproclivity

Dear god, why is today not Mountain Day? Also, Steph I kinda hate you right now. Damn sickness.

So yeah, first day of classes. It's been a mixed bag, but mostly good. Getting up for my 9 am class is going to be hard, but doable. I did eight am classes my last semester at HCC, and I can do this. I got into Italian, and I already heart my professor, so we'll see how that goes. Lots of homework, but I can do it. I got kicked from my yoga class because I was five minutes late due to getting lost, but I'll live being as now I have three hours to nap after Italian. My Good and Evil class is gonna be awesome. I already like the Professor who is this adorable gay guy. This is good being as he's going to be teaching my law class as well. So, the only unknown is the allegory class. Tomorrow I'll have had all of my classes. Woot.

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I am currently scanning in HoL for my game this year, and if anyone wants a copy of the pdf, drop me a line. Library computers kinda suck for me, which is made of fail. Anyway. Being back at MH is kinda weird, because in so many ways, it's kinda like I never left. The room's different (and haunted as I've said) but it many ways it's so the same. Granted, firsties in blue bother me, because blue is a color that belongs to Trina and Erin and Nicole and those folks. Also, the class of 2012 makes me feel so much older. I will be...32 when these guys graduate. HOLY FUCKING SHIT OLD. GOD. Anyway, now that's done. One freak out per day, that's all I'm allowing myself. Five minutes to OH GOD FUCK WORLD ENDING and then back to work. I can do this and get good grades. I get how to do this scanny deal, so now I'll read and do everything I need to do.

Woohoo. And now I need to see my family today, for the loss. But I need to do shopping and stuff. Invest in enegry drink stock. There will be much of it needed...

Also, make my brain work people!

So yeah, I hate everything. Headaches are made of fail. They just are. I'm so tired of them. I just want them to go away. Tonight I go in for my sleep study, which is at 7:30 so first of all FUCKING MADE OF FAIL. I go to bed at like 5:30. So, I'm taking my ipod and benedryal and hoping for the best. Also, I hate how my family leaves everything to last minute. We're being inspected tomorrow by housing, and so at the moment OMFG CLEANS BIG DRAMA. Me: "...die." Seriously, I got like three hours of sleep so I can do this fucking thing and Kim is not in the mood for anyone's bullshit. All I wanna do is curl up and just like...die or something. Grr.

So, I'm starting to feel a bit like I'm in one of those horror movies where you always wake up at the same, annoying unexpected time. For the last three days I've been up at bloody nine twenty in the morning. This is made of fail. I roll over and look at my phone, and bam, there it is. 9:20. Oi! Also, soreness from 300 laps yesterday. My shoulders kinda feel like they're gonna fall off.

My sister is currently in manic mode, which means there's room for all sorts of interestin surprises, most of them bad. She's gone off her meds again so she's doing the not sleeping stupidness. I wanna smack her around like woah.

I think I'm gonna try and go back to sleep.

Eh, I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm so tired and listless and now I'm worried that this whole thing may be depression-based rather then medical based. Maybe cause people keep telling me it is. I dunno. It's not redbull based or whatever, but I'm losing my words more and more frequently, to the point where I keep having to pause as I write this post to attempt to remember what I'm gonna say. I dunno. I just feel like caring about nothing and everything is effecting me in such a hypersensitive way. Oy. Three weeks from today I go home. Not looking forward to that. And it some few days I'm turning 29. For a moment I typed 30 and had a heart attack. Eh. Should be working on my paper but I'm so fucking tired all the time. I dunno. Maybe this weekend I'll try the no caffeines route if I get this done. We'll see. At least I finished Dracula. Fuck, I love that book.

Things that fail? Registration. Like woah. Woke up early to do it and it's not letting me sign into any politics classes because I don't meet the preques. Thing is? I have like at least 12 politics credits that should count, and the one I'm taking now and it's just not fucking working. Which means I'm gonna have to go and bitch to the register and hope the classes don't get filled up. Fucking great. I so wanna skip class today and sleep. SO, fucking tired.

So, I have decided that the universe is telling me not to take a Politics seminar and Chinese and alliterations and yoga, so I'm taking a nice 200 level course instead. This means an English and a politics seminar in the Spring, but I'm okay with that. Also, Chinese is made of 10 am fail five days a week, but I have built in time to nap for an hour on Mondays and Weds and on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have yoga and then the rest of the day is free by 12, and free by 11 on Fridays. It sucks cause the only other time they're offering the class is right in the middle of when all of my other classes are. Fail. Maybe I'll move my schedule around some more to make it fit.

Oh, so fucking tired. I need a nap like woah. I'm sitting in the office of my therapist, waiting for her to come and take me and it sucks. I hate it when my mom is early. It's totally gonna be a multiple energy drink day. Oy.

God, I should not be this tired today. I hope I'm not getting sick. I have no energy to do anything at all. All I wanna do is skip Shakespeare, but I can't because I told this girl I'd give her my recorder so she can have notes. Bah. Just chugging another enegy drink. Sometime today I have to go and hit a store; I'm almost out of advil. Then time to come back and do my midterm for my globalism class. Anyway. I need a sleepy icon. It annoys me I don't have one, so I'm wasting time looking. Can still smell that stupid air freshnener thing. Gross.