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Nov. 14th, 2003 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aprilstarchildDidn't sleep all that great last night. Woke up late and ran around with Rick putting the couch back together and then taking off. Remember how Cherie said she was going to put all my stuff on the back porch? Well, my Harp Fund jar was in it....short sixty dollars. I have no idea where that money went. There was something on top of it, so the wind couldn't blow it away. There was still six bucks in it, so whomever took the money out just took the twenties. I gotta ask Cherie. Rick said something sarcastic to me earlier. That's the first time he's done that, and it was on top of all that crap with Cherie, so I'm not feeling all that great right now.
I think I'm going to skip math again. Why the hell do I even bother coming out to Sylvania campus? I don't know anymore. I'm going to go to the cafeteria and grab some breakfast. And then later I'm going to Rock Creek campus to be in a study group for Peace and Conflict class, reviewing a book I read at the beginning of the term and mostly forgotten and didn't bring with me. Then, I don't know what. My weekend is open but I need to clean my room for a while and, obviously, work on homework. And trying to stay away from Cherie.
Maybe when I go in to get my ADD meds (btw, my mom is paying for the appt, not the meds. The meds are being paid for through an "indigent" program from the drug company) I'll ask about anti-depressants too. I feel like a zoloft ad. Y'know that one where that circle has a piece fall off and he starts crying? Yeah, like that. Gawds, that ad has always bothered me, because if you weren't depressed *before* you saw the ad, you were after. Like, "oh, the poor circle." But then, I'm the girl who got upset when her Furby started to cry 'cause Dad was holding it upside down. I have tons of compassion for things that don't actually have emotions.
Living better through chemistry, that's me.
I think I'm going to skip math again. Why the hell do I even bother coming out to Sylvania campus? I don't know anymore. I'm going to go to the cafeteria and grab some breakfast. And then later I'm going to Rock Creek campus to be in a study group for Peace and Conflict class, reviewing a book I read at the beginning of the term and mostly forgotten and didn't bring with me. Then, I don't know what. My weekend is open but I need to clean my room for a while and, obviously, work on homework. And trying to stay away from Cherie.
Maybe when I go in to get my ADD meds (btw, my mom is paying for the appt, not the meds. The meds are being paid for through an "indigent" program from the drug company) I'll ask about anti-depressants too. I feel like a zoloft ad. Y'know that one where that circle has a piece fall off and he starts crying? Yeah, like that. Gawds, that ad has always bothered me, because if you weren't depressed *before* you saw the ad, you were after. Like, "oh, the poor circle." But then, I'm the girl who got upset when her Furby started to cry 'cause Dad was holding it upside down. I have tons of compassion for things that don't actually have emotions.
Living better through chemistry, that's me.
