for a little bit, I was looking through porn while I was supposed to be doing my work, and then I hopped over to reddit and stumbled on all these fucking elaborate cookie recipes and now I have so many urges I cannot satisfy right now.
GOD DAMN I WANT COOKIES, NOT NORMAL LOSER COOKIES BUT SOME RED VELVET COOKIES OR SOMETHING
ohaiena replied to your post: I saw a woman with the most incredibly muscular…
WHERE DID YOU GET THE BOOTS
UH some random store called “Stepss” in a nearby mall. It was the last shoe store I found (I was procrastinating with regards to buying groceries) and I had only found either high heeled boots or really ugly flat ones, or flat ones that were too short because really, if they aren’t knee high then why bother getting boots? And then I stumbled upon Stepss and it just had a HUGE WALL of tall boots from mid-calf to nearly thigh-high. SHAKING WITH ANTICIPATION I then found my lovely flat leather knee-high boots. I wouldn’t call them inexpensive but they weren’t unreasonable either (about $110 canadian before tax). ohaiena I’ll send you a picture.
Honestly I really fucking hate shoe shopping. I just wanted to get replacement boots for my old ones because whenever I needed anything that isn’t running shoes or flip-flops I just threw those on. Mission accomplished.
and everybody was pretty quiet / it was hard to talk over the bar noises so I didn’t really meet anybody, and then I missed the bus so I had to walk home, and my sexy boots are kind of broken in the heel region (as of last weekend)…
Alas, today is not my day, but I feel better than earlier at least.
I often don’t realize I am stressed until something small happens — my stapler is apparently only capable of stapling through about 3 pages of paper, I have just discovered, and I have to hand in a ~10-15 page report tomorrow — and then I just explode in fiery rage.
My chest feels really tight and my throat feels squeezed. Yeah, this is a difficult semester.
So I was having a great day and then it got ruined, but I’d feel like a dweeb spilling details on the internet so instead I’m vaguely bitching about it like a dweeb.
Fuck everything yada yada.
But now…
ANTHROPOLOGY OR FRENCH???
My dilemma is that I have 3 subjects that are out of my Comfort Zone (calculus, biochemistry, computer science) and 3 subjects (see above) that have weekly assignments, one of which is particularly demanding (biochem because of its lab course… basically 2 assignments per week, sort of). This is all in addition to a fourth year human molecular genetics course that I am not at all worried about, because I could basically do bio in my sleep and I think and breathe bio.
French would also have a lot of “homework” … but… I fucking love French and have been meaning to get back into actual classes of it because I have been rapidly losing it, and in addition this would (a) give me classes with my soulmate/best friend/opposite-sex gay life partner (b) also more lunchtime breaks with him AND (c) a better schedule for working out.
But… it has way more work than anthropology.
I’ve ALSO been meaning to take anthropology forever and this is the first time it fits, and it’s a fucking bird course. Basically no work for me and I am interested in it. Win-win. I’d only be taking french for funsies/interest, because I like it; it won’t further me in anything, because I am not going for my bilingual certificate or anything like that. So it’d be extra work basically for interest in a semester that might stress me out.
I have had a stressful evening. Switched my neurophysiology course for french, for now, though for some reason making this simple decision is giving me anxiety. Now that it’s officially swapped I feel a little better, but still I wonder if I should try to get into anthropology instead of french (more familiar to me and perhaps fewer outside-of-class assignments).
I’m trying to tell myself just to shut up and take french.
In any case, I have the evening to myself and could really use a nice calming glass o’ something.
Alas, in my province our liquor is monopolized by the government and all the liquor stores close ridiculously early.
Classes started yesterday.
I have,
But… biochem, comp sci and calc all have weekly (or more) assignments and so on, and now I have found out that neurophysiology does as well, and in addition there is some physics background recommended in neuro. I have absolutely zero physics background and I am a bit worried. Calc, biochem and comp sci are all new to me, as well… I mean, I took calc in high school but that was like 5 years ago.
If I had a less intimidating semester I might be up for the mini challenge of neurophysiology, but right now I am thinking I might back out of it and replace it. I’ve already practically filled my bio-related degree requirements so that isn’t an issue. I was thinking of taking intro Anthropology for interest’s sake (neurophys is just for interest, itself) but it’s another first year course, along with calc and comp sci, and I wonder if that would look bad since I am in third year? But in all other semesters I’ve taken courses higher than my year level, which is why I have this flexibility now.
I don’t know!
1. Thanks for all your well-wishes! It’s mostly just a sore throat, I’m just being a big baby. I’m generally a huge fucking suck when I’m sick, as ohaiena and onedumbjoke can attest to. Although, to be fair, I am pretty sure I had the plague that time.
2. I was bitching and moaning about having to write a report for basically no reason (it’s a part of my degree; I don’t even get a grade on it, just a pass/fail! ridiculous!) but mine is about Parkinson’s disease, which I actually find incredibly interesting. Briefly I thought maybe that would be my calling, but old sick people with dementia really freak me out (no offense to any of your grandparents) because losing my mind is basically my worst fear. (Hopefully they will legalize euthanasia by the time I get any neurodegenerative disorder, if it happens).
3. I forget what this point was going to be. Whatever. My bathroom door keeps blowing shut and scaring me!
A big hairy bug just crawled at the speed of light across my floor and into the depths of my closet and now when I go to sleep it’s going to climb into my brain and lay eggs and I’m going to die.
In other news, I had a great night catching up with my oldest friend, and I am moving in with my girlfriend next week, not to mention back to the city where two of my closest friends live and back out of my parents’ house.
At least I will die happy.
