So I’ve once again reached the point of stress is making me feel horribly sick.
Unfortunately, this means I must go to the local health center an obtain a note, and somehow convince them that yes, stress is physical, and yes, I feel completely and totally horrible.
Which in itself is very stressful. Not to mention they weigh you, I hate that they do that. It hasn’t changed, stop reminding me that I weigh 128 pounds. (Before you say anything, for me that’s significant.)
Also it means missing work… but I think it would be good to spend any extra time I have cleaning my room, so at least I can live in a less stressful environment. I’m afraid though that if I focus my energy on that I won’t get any homework done, so the other half of me is saying to use this extra time for homework.
Here is my TO-DO list:
Yeah… can you see why I feel like my life is falling apart? I used to be a real go-getter, like, “I will make straight A’s!” And now… I mean my main professor constantly gives inconsistent feedback, which doesn’t help, I’m quite sure I’m about to get fired from my job, I wake up every morning in a panic but if I go home I’ll be much more depressed, so I can’t possibly live there. I don’t know what to do, I’m at the end of my rope.
My boyfriend just got up to make me toast.
In the DC.
After a fight.
I am so completely spoiled.
I find it ironic that I’m an artist and the most popular thing on my blog are my daily selfies.
Apparently the internet thinks I’m kinda hott. Kudos to me.
Maybe I should get back into modeling as a career.
Okay, so it’s Earth Day. Woooo. Celebrate by recycling.
No, but seriously…
Let’s consider this:
February is National Eating Disorder Awareness Month. It’s a good idea, eating disorders are highly prevalent in our American society and very common. I don’t mind that having a month at all.
What confuses me is that March is National Nutrition Awareness Month. Uhm… why isn’t that also February? That makes no sense.
Earth Day is like compounding this lack of logic by about 365 times, if we were multiplying. I mean really. It’s a really, really stupid holiday.
Don’t get me wrong - I don’t mind that we have a day for remembering that we live here. But oh, wait… I lived here yesterday. And I’ll live here tomorrow. And the next day. And so on.
So, tell me again, why this isn’t every day? We shouldn’t be just taking care of the planet once every April… the planet won’t last long if that’s the case.
To everyone who recycles daily, thank you. To everyone else… please just recycle. It’s not even that hard.
Since everyone on tumblr posts about this kind of thing, here’s the first establishment of weird stuff I did as a kid:
Once, in the second grade, when we were still allowed to dress up for Halloween and go to school that way, I was a bunny. We went trick-or-treating to each class (fifth graders didn’t go, which is sad, I went trick or treating until I was 18 honestly) and got candy. I decided that since I was a bunny I had to hop from class to class.
I seriously did this.
I hopped in the classes. To the classes. In the line to go from class to class. Even to go to the bathroom.
I hopped for about 2 hours, to feel like I truly earned that candy. I think it was longer. By the end of the day I was too tired to even eat the candy. Because, I mean, I was a bunny! Bunnies hop.
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This is how I attempt to apologize to my significant other.
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