Like marshmallows. Or piles of feathers. Or cotton balls. Mashed potatoes.

Eyeballs are fucking weird.

Because I heard it was someone’s favorite.

Is it possible to find someone on facebook but then NOT be able to add them as a friend? 

Weird. I can report their profile as being inappropriate, but not add them to see what they’re all about. Way to be all inclusive, facebook. 

It’s not even my bedtime, but I’m planning on staying up all night. Or most of the night. 

My car is in the starbucks parking lot with a dead battery. Or at least I think the battery is dead. I’m going to call AAA in the morning to figure things out. I guess it’s been five years since I got the car, the battery might as well be dead. 

I still think a skateboard is the best way to get around. 

As long as the road is fairly smooth. 

My car won’t start.

Someone please come pick me up.

I have tea.

• Have a stressful week.
• Don’t write down in your day planner that you have an assignment due on Thursday.
• On Wednesday, look at your planner and see that you don’t have any homework due the next day.
• Relax. 
• Thursday during class, get reminded that there is an assignment due.
• Thursday after class, hurry home to do said assignment. 
• After half the time it would take you to normally do said assignment, email assignment to professor saying, ‘LOL I’M HAVING A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN.
• Relax, knowing that you have beat the system and did your homework in half the amount of time it would have taken you if you had plenty of time to do it. 

Day 24: Waste.

(Gentle poke at the photo-a-day people).

But seriously, every time I’m in this bathroom on campus, this faucet is running. It makes me frown.

I found out my high school is hiring part-time tutors. This is the conservative private high school. The one with the dress code.

My professor asked me if I’d be interested in applying. I told her they wouldn’t be interested in hiring me. She asked why.

I told her that first of all, I didn’t think that it was fair for them to assume all students are the same, or even expect them to all want to dress the same. And secondly, my ears are pierced.

How ominous.

1. Seriously considering transferring to a Presbyterian university. It’s more expensive, and I’m guessing full of conservative girls.

2. Had a dream last night about climbing a bridge to get to the bed that was at the top to hide from people who were chasing me. Then I couldn’t get down because I’m afraid of heights.

3. Forgot about an assignment due today. That’s never happened. I am always DISTINCTLY AWARE of EVERY assignment I don’t turn in.

I’m seriously okay, I can laugh about it, but I can just feel it under the surface. Give me two weeks and I’ll be fine.

I have a prediction taco for you.

While doing my learning strategies taco assignment, it will turn into a beer assignment, which will then turn into me trying to eat the paper tacos and inevitably breaking down and crying because they look so much tastier than they actually taste.

But this Summer Shandy tastes good.

My meeting is over. I don’t feel any better about my current situation.

But I don’t feel any worse. Which is the important thing to remember, right?

And now I breathe. There is nothing more I can do, so why worry?

After she said she would email me back last tuesday and then didn’t, I emailed her Thursday to set up an in-person appointment seeing as seemingly nobody is taking my frustration seriously. When she called me on Friday her phone call even made me mad because she sounded so damn cheery. I understand part of her job is to talk up the education program and act like everything is peaches and cream, (not my favorite Quaker oatmeal), but would it hurt to fake some empathy? At least pretend that something may be wrong, even though you don’t believe it.

My meeting with her is today. In two hours, in fact. I’m just anxious and confused about how I should feel going in. What I WANT to do is storm in and make my demands; what I SHOULD do is be calm and respectful. What I WILL do is tell her how angry and frustrated I am. I will not be swept under the rug.

I’m mashing up two of the biggest areas of my life into one big presentation project due wednesday. Teaching children how to read, and Tacos. 

Also, I know there is a little runner gurl somewhere downtown in my city, and FOR THE RECORD, I would have given her a ride if she had asked. I would have made her say please, too. 

The last obstacle for the day.