My name is Megan. Competitively solving jigsaw puzzles gives me an adrenaline rush. I also enjoy comedy, music, burritos, big cities, and grammar. My life is great.
Teddy Grahams for breakfast, Fritos for lunch. Thanks, CVS. (Why is the cheapest food the least healthy?)
I had my first university-related breakdown last night. Yay, I fucked it all up!
Finals week is the worst week.
Thankfully, there’s no General Assembly today, so Ron and I can head over to Walmart. (Yeah, boo Walmart. Evil corporation. I know.) Our own tent is necessary at this point.
I hope I can re-find that $20 I discovered in my pocket a few weeks ago.
My phone has completely stopped working. Completely. And when someone calls, it doesn’t even go to voicemail. I didn’t know the line itself would screw up when the physical unit did, but there you go.
Since I haven’t been watching television or really consuming any type of advertising lately, I’ve managed to forget about Christmas. I suppose gifts are just another thing about which to worry because I have no idea what to do in that department.
My parents don’t want me to get arrested because they fear it’ll fuck with my scholarship. Is that a thing? Can that happen? I mean, I’m getting arrested either way, but it would not be cool to screw up things in the process.
Speaking of my parents, there are actually a lot of things they don’t want me to do. I feel a true separation coming on. (By “separation,” I mean “estrangement.”) And they’re definitely going to love that I’m with a man eleven years older than myself! Haha!
I should be studying for the government exam I have in an hour and a half, but I’ve given up. I given up. If I’m meant to make an A, I will. (I won’t.)
I’m taking 16 hours next semester. I don’t know how I’m going to handle it. I don’t know if it’s possible.
Fuck.
Note: I still very much consider myself a happy person. This just really isn’t a good time.