Tuesday, March 3, 2009

stressstressstressrantrantrantbreathe.... breathe....

Yeah, so this whole Couch thing... it's got me freaking out. In the beginning, my friend Eddie threatened to be really effing upset with me if I get the position and he doesn't. There's a lot of background there, but the short version of this is that I understand completely and his persistence should count for something, just like I think it should've counted for me for something in high school. So, yeah, I think he'd be completely justified in being upset if I get the position and he doesn't. Next, we found out that it would be absolutely required for whoever gets the position to move. Well, that just sucks. I just got a new roommate a few weeks ago. I've lived here since August, my bank statements come to this address, and there are only a few months left in the semester. Moving now would just be ridiculous. And let's face it: I have a ton of stuff in this room. Also, it would leave Shannon without a microwave or TV. The room in Couch might come equipped with a fridge/freezer/microwave, but those microwaves suck. They burn popcorn. Moreover, I love Adams. My friends all live here. We're tight. We're like family. Moving away from this building will probably mean I'm not as tight with the group. Who wants to walk all the way across the street just to visit little old me? I've been told my odds are good for getting this position. What kind of asshole would I be to turn it down because I don't want to move?

My friends have been leaving me out of the loop. Well, not all of them. I shouldn't exaggerate. Richard's been keeping me more in the loop than he probably should in regards to the whole selection procedure. But Shannon has been talking to Alice and not me, and that sucks. I'm worried about her. I know something is wrong, but she won't tell me what. And I wouldn't dream of asking Alice, because that's a violation of Shannon's privacy. It used to be the other way. Shannon told stuff to me and not Alice. And I don't know what it is. Does Shannon not think she can trust me? Does she think I'd judge? So now I'm worried about her even though I have no idea what's going on or whether it even needs to be worried about. But this whole not-telling-the-whole-story thing seems to be spreading around. Akshatha is doing it. Nyssa only just clued me in on what's going on in her life. Guys, I want to know! Yes, I'm a nosy busybody, but more importantly I worry really easily about my friends.

I'm so tired lately. I've actually been sleeping a lot more than usual lately. I got almost 6 hours on a school night earlier, and on Sunday I apparently got enough sleep that I was able to wake up NATURALLY at 7:30 a.m. This morning, I somehow woke up at 5:15, even though my alarm was set for 5:30. This is either a sign that I'm not sleeping well at all or that I'm getting plenty of sleep. In either case, I wish I weren't so tired at night. Tonight I slept from 9:00 to 11:55. Right now there's nothing I want more than to go back to sleep, but I can't, because I still have homework. Fuck Mondays. Fuck my sleep schedule. And I've been talking in my sleep as much as, more possibly more, than before. I've asked my friends to wake me up if I start talking, because obviously that can't be quality sleep anyway. But let's face it... it's funny to listen to people talking in their sleep. Even funnier if they have an entire conversation with you.

Spring break is stressing me out. I finally figured out what I'm doing. Originally there was a bit of an option of flying out to San Francisco with Akshatha. A lot of things were holding me back, but the biggest one was my overwhelming sense of guilt. My dad said that he's been feeling "neglected," and as much as I don't want to care, I do. At the moment, I don't owe him a whole ton of allegiance on the level of coming home to visit. Don't get me wrong, I love Minnesota, but I'm the one paying for my college. I'm the one who paid for my plane ticket home for Thanksgiving. I'm the one who was absolutely miserable for most of winter break. But it doesn't matter now. A bus ticket has been purchased (for which I'm told I will be reimbursed) so I can make a lovely 18-hour trip from Norman to Burnsville and back. I'll probably spend most of break sleeping anyway. Well... sleeping, and picking up my dad for lunch at work so we can go to Happy Hour at Sonic. Yum.

I'm probably not at my healthiest right now. This is mostly my own fault, just like most of the other things going on. I gave up meat for lent, but I don't have any protein supplement to keep me healthy. I've been eating veggie burgers, trying to take my daily multivitamin. I might look into some protein shakes or something, just to make sure I'm getting the proper intake there. But diet supplements like that are so expensive!

I've got a ton of homework left. I probably shouldn't have written this at all, honestly. I have a test tomorrow morning at 8:15, so I have to catch the 7:55 bus to the Weather Center, which means I have to leave my dorm by 7:40. Potential solution: borrowing Alice's car. I just texted her, so we'll see if I can do that for the morning. That would help a LOT. And it's only a few blocks' drive. A response already... Yeah, no problem. Excellent. I just shaved 20 minutes off before and after my meteorology class by not taking the bus.

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