Recently in Make Me Upset Category

Like I told you yesterday, the shelves failed, and all I managed to do was stir up about 8 lbs of dust, which ended up in my head. I feel like a leaky (and congested) faucet today. But it didn't matter much--I got up early to get ready for my dermatologist appointment at 9:00, and I'd go to Walmart later this evening to return the shelves and get an air purifier and some medication. I also was going to get my advisor's signature on my Add/Drop form before leaving for my appointment, so I went down the stairs and was at the door to leave Voorhies and I think "Hmm, do I have my keys?" And sure enough, I don't.

I call Campus Safety and they let me back into my room; I grab my keys and shoot over to Buckman (more like trudge, since it's been raining here for more than 12 hours straight), where I get his signature and then I go to my car, and notice that the back right tire is completely flat. ARGHSGDKDKJFKDS!!! HOW MANY FLAT TIRES IS THIS STUPID CAMPUS GOING TO GIVE ME??? It's so frustrating. My car just sits there and suddenly, it's flat. I swear, this is probably the 6th or 7th flat tire I've had in this state.

Maybe Tennessee just has it out for me, but it's really depressing. And I know if I called AAA right now to put on the spare and went to Walmart to get a real tire, I wouldn't be back by 11:00. And if I went tonight after class (after 4:45), the tire department would probably be closed. So no dermatologist for me, no air purifier and medication, and no new tire. Today, at least. Dermatologist is next Tuesday, the other stuff I'll do tomorrow immediately after class, I guess. I think I'm going to need Prozac or something.. things aren't happy.

My scalp has been so itchy lately. I must go out and buy Paul Mitchell's Tea Tree Hair & Scalp Treatment. I remember a couple of years ago when my scalp was dry and itchy, I was very satisfied with some tea tree scalp treatment, but I think it was from the Body Shop or B&BW. Whatever.

Sometimes nothing make sense.

And the the semester ends, which just makes it worse.

I'm just sick of doing work. I want to get it all over with so I can go home, and do job-type work and get PAID for it, and work out in the evenings so I actually can fit in my darn clothes again. I don't have time to work out here and I can't eat well at all. I'm stressed out and broken out: I should go tanning or get some sun or something to try to improve my skin a little, but I don't think it will help.

Woe is me.

I got all the homework that is due tomorrow out of the way last night so that I could dedicate myself to working on this paper that is also due tomorrow. I'm going to try to answer, "What is the 'self' for Schopenhauer? For Freud? What am I like according to each?". Unfortunately this paper is going to suck because I'm just not a philosophy person, I fear.

My Spanish class was cancelled once we all got up and went to class, but this leaves me with 35 minutes or so to get started on the paper.

Yikes.

I hate seeing this looming in front of me, with thoughts mooing slowly about in my head like cows. You try pushing a cow onto a little piece of paper. It's hard. Hasta whenever.

The very day that I was going to consult with Prof. Bethany Peters to see if she would be my advisor, and exalt if she accepted me... this Asian-looking guy in his mid-30s comes into our classroom and says, "Okay. Moving right along toward demand curves... blah blah blah."

Who are you?

"Now, you might be wondering what I'm doing here, and who the heck I am. I'm Prof Gramm, I'm going to be your new econ professor, probably at least until Spring Break. Prof Peters has taken a leave of absence, so you and I will have to bear with each other during this transition period."

What??

"Blah blah blah.. more econ stuff.."

I want my BP back!

Lately, I've been Memphis's Crabbiest Person (and I'm willing to bet that I'm in the top five of the Southeastern United States, as well.) I am unable to deal with people; the most trifling things perturb me beyond belief. In the lunch line the other day, there was this girl wearing a bright pink sweater, a black miniskirt, and those pointy high heels that I hate because if your feet aren't correctly-shaped, I can see your disfigured, squeezed-in toes peeking out. Oh, and I should mention that this young lady's shoes were bright pink, to match her exquisite sweater. Seeing her gnarled digits crammed into those awful shoes...

A different day in the lunch room, I was looking at the back of a different girl's head. Her hair was a little mussed, and I felt like grabbing her and shaking her, yelling at her to get her act together, buy a brush, something, anything. Just before I reached my hand out to take hold of her shoulders, I looked down at my own smashing ensemble: sweatshirt, jeans (probably worn a few times since they'd last been washed), no makeup. Needless to say, I restrained myself and brooded in silence.

Today was a warm day and I found myself irritated immensely by the sightings of several bare midriffs throughout the day. I can't even convey why it was annoying, but it was. Tanktops in winter? I want people to wear real clothes in January, I guess, even if it is 55 degrees outside. However, now that I'm dressed to go out for the evening, I see my own inch-high strip of flesh hovering between my jeans and exceedingly-cute chocolate-brown tie-in-back V-neck. Oh well. Drew will just have to deal with me and my hypocritical shirt.

None of these things make terribly much sense: normally, fashion faux pas don't make me volver loca this way. I'm not sure what it is, but it doesn't help that I'm thwarted with a chronic headache behind my left eye. It mostly hurts when I move my eyes without turning my head first, or when I have to speak loudly (for example, bellowing, "COME IN!" multiple times so that people will just enter the darn room) or sing (Music class: bane of my existence! I actually got a menacing glare from Prof. Watkins for not singing along; I was, however, able to lead the class marching through Hassell Hall--demonstrating the duple simple rhythm--without conjuring too much white-hot stabbing pain spearing the left part of my brain.)

I asked Olivia if she thought her dad (a doctor) would tell me I had a brain tumor, and she said no--it's more likely stress or anxiety. I'll settle with The Worst Sinus Attack I've Ever Had. It feels sinus-y by the way I press on things (my left eye especially--but only the left eye; the right is fine.) I feel like my head is swelling to larger and larger sizes as we speak. Maybe Dr. Fischer (the astronomer who gave a talk last night in the Ballroom) would say my head has two Jupiter-masses. It sure feels that way.

Yesterday evening, I was slurping down noodles and a little piece of one went flying into my keyboard and lodged itself under the "O" key. My meager knowledge of computer hardware consists of something along the lines of keyboard + pasta = bad, so I pried the "O" key off, removed the offending noodle, and found myself unable to reinstate said key.

I ask you, taking in mind the situation in which I am placed and the predicament I suffer, how can I convey my woes if I have no "O". I don't know. Final thought: OOOOOOOOOOOOH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

P.S. Bolding done on o's, to illustrate my annoying at having to press exactly in the middle of the key to the little bouncy thing that makes the letter appear on the screen.

P.P.S. Lip is feeling better, swelling gone.

Body. Stop. Doing. This.

I wake up at 7:15 this morning to an aching pain in my stomach, so I get up to go to the bathroom and start feeling very nauseous. I get in front of the toilet, and I start see the purple/green O in front of my eyes and start feeling the tingly sweats coming on, and I lurch sideways, about halfway into the tub. I don't remember that very clearly. I get up and stumble into my parents' room but fall down and cry on the floor while my mom and dad hover over me. Eventually I feel okay enough to get up and get into bed. So I have a doctor's appointment at 11:15. Then we'll see what's wrong with me.

Last month, I was Christmas shopping for my family; I placed my order on November 25, a full month ahead of Christmas. I figured, "Hey. I'm responsible and awesome." I received my brother's gift a few days later and I figure, "Wow. I really rock."

But. (And there's always a "but".) They shipped my mom's present, but only after I left Memphis for home, but before I got home so that I could have changed the shipping information. I figure, "Well, that's sucky--but it's partially my fault for not fixing it before leaving."

And. (There's sometimes an "and".) I received an email, advising me of a delay on my dad's gift, which declares it to be shipped sometime around mid-January. Screw that. So I figure, "Amazon.com, Eat My Shorts."