Lagrimas

I feel really bad. I made her cry. Well I mean... she was the one that wanted to know. Okay wait I need to start at the beginning. I went to meet a faculty advisor yesterday morning and we were discussing my application, blah blah. When we arrived at the part about extenuating circumstances I gave her a very brief and vague description and moved on, but she wanted to know more "if it was alright with me."I was reluctant because I don't tell people these things, but I needed her input, so okay fine. I told her about my life, poured out my soul, and then I started crying and then she started crying and then everyone was crying and she had to bust out the tissues, etc. Geez it was totally Korean drama status. Anyway, what was the point of that? The point is I feel bad for making her cry. I'm sorry my life is so depressing. How embarrassing. See? This is exactly what I'm talking about. Once again I need to learn how to shut my mouth. The rest of the day was an utter mess because you know how once you start crying you can't stop? For real. At lab I poured BHA into the plate -> tears. I went to class and my professor started talking about viscosity -> tears. I opened my DAT book -> tears (actually this already happens every time because I'm going to fail -_-). Extremely unproductive day. I'm never going to cry again. Hah....

Oh my gosh. Those girls that walk in a straight line and take up the whole sidewalk are going to give me an aneurism. Excuse me, I have somewhere to be and I'm not about to jump into a shrub just to dash in front of you guys because I would like to maintain my dignity. Not to mention the last time I did that there was a spider web in the bush and I flipped out when I found out. Dang you snail people!

Yes I did indeed waste ten minutes of my life editing that JUST to show you guys what I'm talking about.