Happy Valentine's day!

What an awful, awful weekend I'm having. Started out with a party I didn't necessarily want. On Friday the 13th no less. My lucky day. Got home after waking up feeling like someone hit me in the head with a bat and going to school, started cleaning and feeling like I wasn't doing enough. Dealing with my roommates before party days is not a fun activity. Have a nap and wake up feeling somewhat refreshed. I get up and get dressed and people start arriving. Special Friend and his friend arrive and I'm really happy to see him. It's been a strange past few weeks, I've been really emotional and he's been sort of distant, yet he tells me he loves me and all this bullshit. He ends up getting drunk and hooking up with someone else, which I could forgive if it wasn't for the fact that I had explained time and time again that I am NOT strong enough to deal with that right now. He comes to bed an hour or two after I do with all this bullshit saying that he loves me but, he's not in love with me. It's not me, it's him. Blahblahblah. I tell him

Fine.

Get out of my life. 

I don't care. I don't need you. I only liked you because you liked me back. And now that you don't. I don't.

And that is that. I'm really good at cutting people out. I only hope that it doesn't hurt extracting every bit of him. I deleted his phone number. I'm throwing away his jacket. His stupid bear. I'm done. 

Almost February

and I can't wait. School will start, which will give me something else to focus on besides my craziness. Work will go back to it's usual dreary trudge instead of this horrible monstrous frenzy.I'll start practicing at school. Although,  I'll stop being able to go to the gym with as much frequency and I won't have a day off for a long while. Oh well, this semester looks to be a lot easier than the last. Which is good. I'm hoping for less stress. Right now, I should be practicing or napping before I practice. I kind of wanted to go out with Special Friend but, I'm also hoping another friend will text me. Just kind of wishy washy with the whole deal. 

Progress

So, I've decided to go to the gym. As in, regularly. I think I'll be able to handle it, which should be good. I'm rather excited for school to start up again. This semester I don't think I'm going to go overboard. Maybe 8 classes? Still the same amount of units but, only 1 night class! This excites me greatly. I've come to enjoy Special Friend's company for the most part. We haven't had any meltdowns and on the whole, I would say that our relationship is going well. I can't speak for the future so I won't. This has been my weekend. 

OH, and I've made the recent purchase of a shiny and unnecessary Apple doodad. It is currently in China but, should make it's way to San Francisco sometime on Friday. I'm quite pleased with that. 

I'm crazy I'm crazy I'm crazy

and I have nobody to talk to about it. Except myself...

because that's what crazies do!

Gods and little fishes, I don't know what I'm doing right now but, it seems like something is afoot. I just don't know what, yet. 

Today all I did was go to work, come home, treat my friends and roommates horribly for reasons beyond my knowledge and then turn into my usual reclusive self. Hiding away for hours on end, staring at a computer screen that prevents me from interacting with real people. Fear of rejection and failure and not nice things are behind this, I think. I want to Sing. I want to scream and run around naked, playing nothing that makes sense on the trumpet. I want to be a better writer so that this shit doesn't sound like the prattling of a mindless teenage girl when I come back to read it later. Only to make fun of myself. I wish I was doing something useful with my life. I wish that Special Friend would understand and leave me alone. I wish that my roommates would just leave for days. I wish my friends would come back. I wish that I didn't have to go to work. I'm not sure if I hate my life and I'm not sure why I even mention that. If it weren't for my positively numb outlook on life, I'd be crying and fucked up every day. Then again, what's wrong with me? Not a damn thing.

I have such Doubts...

That life in which I am basically incompetent

Yep. So, I crashed my roommates car. Okay, not really. More like, I had a fender bender with no actual damage to either car with my roommates car. I've never claimed to be a good driver. And this goes to show that even skills that I feel like I'm capable of can prove to be difficult. I am ridiculous. and a horrible roommate. Add this one on to other wonderful mistakes such as forgetting towels at the laundromat and exploding a chocolate fountain. I'm kind of bemusedly disgusted with myself....

I am not fit to live with other people. I think solitude would be good for me right now. Other than that, the end of this year is going by strangely. Apparently, 2009 is going to be a good year for me. It doesn't help now though, that I'm in a strange mood. I just finished watching Moulin Rouge....sigh...

The happy ending near the end of the plot is, I fear, as unreachable to me as Ewan Mcgregor's clear high A. 

It has been forever

And it feels like longer. I don't know how to talk about all that has happened since my last post. I've been really tired and disconnected lately despite having a new computer to blog with. I think I need to get back into journaling...How archaic, right?
I've (almost) made it through another semester. Signed up for classes next spring. I still have 3 more finals, an analysis project and a 10 page essay (that won't be read) still left to do. I am immensely looking forward to January, when I'll only have to go to work for around 30 hours a week. that should be exciting. No school, practicing, sleeping in, essentially staying within a five block radius of my house. I also have the opportunity to go back home for a tiny bit. Should be fun. And now, I think I should go procrastinate a little bit more.

The Giving of Thanks

Hey All
I really wish I had more opportunity to write. On this gadget and corporeally. I really need to get a journal again... Too bad school is kicking my ass. Well, not at the moment. It's Thanksgiving Break and I woke up at 11 o'clock this morning which is the first time in an incredibly long time. Yay for 6 extra hours of sleep. I have nothing to do with my time right now. Other than a composition for Diatonic Analysis, An essay for Nonverbal Comm, A couple of tests for Music of the World's Peoples and my school schedule for next year. I'm kind of lazily stressed which is way better than my usual stress. I'm contemplating downloading that MMORPG that I used to play to more effectively procrastinate. I shouldn't though. Oh well, I'm thankful that I got to sleep in this morning. That's pretty much where I'm at right now.