What is going on?

Apparently, things are happening with my browser and Blogger. So if you can, by some miracle, see this post, then I'm afraid it might be the last unless someone tells the browser and Blogger that they're both pretty. Oh well, guess we'll see soon enough!

Allons-y!

Ps, if this is my last post, thank you to those, if any, who bothered to read it. It helped me vent, which was it's purpose.

Why does it take St. Elmo's Fire and Mick Jagger to see I've hit rock bottom?

I am living in denial. Waiting for an absolution that will never come. I have to pass my exams, and pass them with the highest possible grade in order to not fail this year. I've already screwed myself up, maybe for life, but, as a very dear, nay, my best friend recently told me, I have two more years. Is that enough time? I can only make it work. I can't screw around anymore, that much is certain. Work must be my main priority, no more of this stupid "love" business. And TV will have to be cut out, it kills your brain anyway. I'll need to drill myself in math every day just to make it next year, and this year. The only videos I'll allow myself to watch are explanatory ones on math concepts. I have to keep to this resolve, and not let it go. I cannot, will not, let my Angel of Music down.

Sleep Does NOT Come Quickly to the Stressed

Is it not the worst of human flaws that when we are in the most need for rest that we find it the most difficult to do so? I believe it is.

I do have a lot on my mind, however, and that might have something to do with it.

Exams are within hours, and my entire academic future seems to weigh on them. So, I will be spending every walking moment from tomorrow morning to Sunday night studying. But tonight, just when I need rest, I find myself still wide awake at 1:00 AM! I enjoy the nighttime, but not when I would rather be sleeping.

Another reason I can't seem to catch a ride on a slumber cloud is because of all this, quite frankly crushing, loneliness. I am not alone, yet I feel isolated. How odd. I'm trying to keep myself distracted, but I am too clever for myself and I see right through my own efforts.

I'm very fortunate to have the friends that I do, because without them, I honestly have no clue where I would be. They put up with my ramblings almost as well as a blog does. But, blogs don't take you by the shoulders and tell you to GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF! *SLAP* However much you might need it.

And then there are the relatives. Batsh!t crazy, the lot of them, and persistant to boot. They add ten times more stress than they're worth, just by being in the same room.

I knew bloging would make me feel better! I can feel my eyelids drooping, thank Goodness!

Goodnight, all of you still awake out there.
Allons-y!

Honey Badgers Made of Awesome

So, I don't know if anyone out there has seen the Honey Badger video on YouTube or if you are familiar with the VlogBrothers, but I'm just going to go out on a limb here and act like you haven't. In which case, the title of this blog makes no sense to you. And that it perfectly fine, I was once like you. You poor souls. Anyway, the Honey Badger is an animal badass, and the VlogBrothers are two brothers who vlog to keep in touch with each other. They are SCARY smart and just want to make the world a better place (or,as they put it,"decrease world suck."). Their following call themselves Nerdfighters, not because they want to fight nerds, but because they want to be warriors of awesome, the substance from which they are made. Just look them up on YouTube, although, Wikipidea has a pretty accurate definition (last time I checked, anyway).

This all relates, I sware.

Anyway, I learned today that apparently someone whom I have been nothing but kind to has a problem with me. At first I was mad, but then I remembered I was made of awesome, and therefore had a mission to focus on: Decreasing world suck! (And finding a Time Lord, but that story is for another day.) And I also remembered my new motto: Honey Badger don't care, Honey Badger don't give a shit! So, I felt better. End of story. Sorry it's rather short and trivial today. I'll have deeper stuff later.

And next time we meet, I must discuss why I (and aparently every guy I've ever known) thinks I'm a cold, heartless bitch. :)
Allons-y!