Forget it

You know, I kind of feel sorry for February. The fact that it has to be the awkward month with 28 days doesn't seem very fair (if I were a month they'd probably make me February). I suppose life isn't fair to begin with. But if you think about it this way, it makes it a bit more bearable: if the world didn't suck we would all fall off. That was a bit of inspiration for those of you that need it.

Actually I could use some inspiration myself. I haven't been remotely productive this weekend and what's to blame is everything that is going through my head at the moment. It's kind of like a giant mixture of confusion, frustration, sorrow, distress, happiness, and instability (I put the primordial soup to shame.. I'm so nerdy). Some of these emotions are polar opposites, and it would make my life a whole lot easier if they could just cancel out so I wouldn't have to feel as much; too bad it doesn't work like that. In that case, I wish I could stop being so sensitive to everything. I figure around 75% of my problems could be resolved if I just stopped caring (would that make me less of a person or merely a crappy one?). Here I am wishing for things to happen on their own, when we all know that things don't get done unless you physically get up and do them yourself. Anyway, come Monday, I'm going to try my best to pretend that the previous week did not happen. Either that or I'll go into study mode and avoid everything except for the books. We'll see how that goes.

The two enormous matching bruises on my legs seem to be growing... should I be concerned? I believe I failed to mention that I pretty much died while biking on Friday. I made a right turn and my bike tire slipped on the painted red curb as it started raining. Consequently, my whole bike flew out from underneath me and I sat there on the ground, shocked and in pain, until an extremely kind girl came and helped me up. Then when I stood up I realized my hand was gushing out blood. I debated whether I wanted to go to class with the bloody hand or if I should go back, fix it, and then leave. In most cases I probably would have just gone to class, but seeing as how blood was literally dripping down my hand I decided not to. I've been wanting to post up a picture of my hand but after some consideration, I decided that you guys probably wouldn't want to see that (it's not that bad anymore though...). My theory is that something about Davis makes me very prone to injury. I've already used up 25 bandages (not including the ones I've "borrowed" from my suite mates). Perhaps I'm just clumsy in general.

drink coffee & take naps <3