SHITCAKES

Apparently you can split up posts in Blogger now? Or maybe that's been going on for awhile? I'm gonna warn you, if you click on Read More, there's gonna be a whole lot of whining, but hey, what better way to test out a feature that let's you give a short preview/warning of what's ahead?

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Today was a pretty even mix between awesome and totally fucking dumb. Oh, you guys, do not join a student club. Well, do not be an officer in a student club. STUPID STUPID STUPID decision on my part. UGH. I do not give a shit about your damn forms. I don't! I just wanted to hang out with people! We don't even spend any money! Do not treat me like I'm an asshole! When you put the notice about the Really Super Important Deadline in an email and then put "Monthly Update!" in the subject heading, I WILL NOT READ IT. UWM SENDS ME 234 EMAILS A DAY. Okay, not that many, but no lie, I get at least 10 emails a day from UWM. I read nothing unless it says "Required!" or "Important!" or "Free Food!" And only if there's an exclamation point; then I know they're serious.

FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS. Whatever. Target was awesome. I bought lots of things that are definitely going to make my life better. Except I cannot find the spray bottle full of chemicals that will bleach away the mold stains* on my shower curtain.

I could be at the Cactus Club, watching Nathan's new band's first show, and instead I'm here, reading about Chinese immigration during the exclusion era and doing all of the things that I forgot to do (by which I mean I keep thinking I'm caught up, then I remember something, and then I'm all [CURSE WORDS HERE] and looking for things to punch, and then I calm down and do it).

UGH. I will read and go to sleep early and wake up tomorrow morning at 5am and finish everything. YEAH.

*Yes, I know, GROSS. I know! That's why I'm bleaching them away. And if you can tell me how to avoid mold stains in a bathroom with no exhaust fan and zero circulation, then I will not have mold stains anymore!

UGH DAMN

I swear, this semester just seems harder than every other semester, EVER. And not, like, devastating, not so bad that I just can't take it, it's just one thing after another. I broke a glass the other day--actually I'm pretty sure the cat knocked it off the night stand, but whatever--and I seriously just wanted to cry. Which is just fucking ridiculous, and totally melodramatic of course, but seriously, it's just one thing after another. Just, BAH. And now I need to finish a first draft of a paper that I actually am really into, and holy shit, I am a terrible writer and/or historian. A historian! That is why I qualify to be a TA, because I am a historian, or like a historian-in-training? What?

I don't know. I don't know where this is going or what the point is. But I saw Jeb the other day, and when I was leaving, he was like "well, I'll see you in another six months." And the reason no one ever sees me, the reason I rarely manage to finish the blog posts I keep starting, is because it is just one damn thing after another.

snow.

Yeah. It's snowing. Hard. There's a Winter Storm Advisory in effect until tomorrow morning. I find that completely unfair and illogical, as it is spring dammit.

My back is slowly getting better; emphasis on slowly. Fuck fuck fuck. I've been trying to catch up with all of my work today, the computer work I haven't been able to manage since Tuesday. I have been kind of down about how much work I have to do for the next month, and this snow nonsense is not exactly helping my mood. Everything seems to be very hard lately. That's a very nonspecific variety of whining, isn't it? "Life is hard." I am full of clear and trenchant insights.

This is all very whiny and annoying; no more of that. I bought a basil plant at the grocery store; I'm excited about that. And I guess things can only get better from here. Snow at the end of March is pretty lame, but soon it will be warm for real. And while it is killing me to not be able to sew, once I actually can, I will have so much fabric to sew with. Did I mention that I finished that skirt? I'll post photos soon. I have enough fabric to make at least four more skirts; there's something to look forward to.

i broke my back!

Alright, not exactly, but I pulled a muscle (at least one, possibly all of them) in my lower back, and it hurts to move. Also, standing. And sitting. And laying down. AND EXISTING.

Okay, I'm sorry, I don't like to whine. Seriously though, I hate this. I can't move without wanting to cry. The doctor prescribed muscle relaxers, which seem to do nothing but make me super drowsy. I can't do anything! I was all psyched up to start working out this week, which is not going to happen. I bought all of this new fabric that I was going to turn into pretty things, and I'm behind in the class that I actually like, but I can't sit at the computer or the sewing machine without being in massive pain. And the doctor said that I'll probably be sore for a week. A week!

Ugh. Whine whine whine. FEEL SORRY FOR ME.

holy carp

I don't think I've ever been so ready for Spring Break.

sometimes it is hard to not get personal

My uncle had a heart attack yesterday, and he is a very, very good person, and it is not clear how this will all turn out, so if you could just think really happy positive thoughts, that would be awesome. Okay. Alright.