Jun. 5th, 2008

zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Get me coffee!)
My complaints, let me show you them.

1) I am really having trouble with sleep lately. Its just hard to turn off a night. I don't even think abot stuff, I just can't get to sleep. Sudoku helps, but I took a nap yesterday and therefore got about 4 hours of sleep last night. This is all really just SSDD, but its not fun how nothing is changing.

2) This fucking weather. It has been raining for two solid weeks now, on and off, drizzling without a hint of sunlight. So I am crippled from the femurs down. I can barely walk right. My bones, joints, and head ache in tandem.

3) I can't eat. Even when I want to. Just the thought of food makes me sick, and I haven't eaten today. I'm hungry, but that doesn't mean anything.

The main problem with this is that the school food in crap. Its greasy, its heavy, and I'd rather gnaw on tree bark. The only things I can really eat with any enthusiasm are fruit, veggies, and the occasional shot of sugar. That really can't be healthy, but I dunno what the hell to do about it.

4) I have an empty stomache right now, and all I can think of is maybe if I make myself throw up, I can go home. I am so tired of school. So tired. I have given up on even paying the slightest bit of attention to even the classes I like. I sit in my seat, and I play Sudoku. That is my day.
Its not awesome. I AM BORED OUT OF MY SKULL.

5) Touching.
The French touch. A lot. In the morning, you kiss one another. All day, you hug and hang off each other, and gather around to stand in little groups for no reason whatsoever. You don't even go to the bathroom by yourself. Ever.
And I cannot take much more.
I dread every morning, because I have to touch cheeks with my friends. Its no reflection upon them. I just can't stand the thought of it, and can barely make myself do it. Half the time I pretend to be sick, just to deter some of them. When I do greet them in the proper French fashion, my cheeks itch until I wipe them off. I twitch hard when someone pats my arm. I can barely make myself sit next to anyone in class, because our elbows touch. Holding hands or hugging makes me want to scream.

I'm wearing yesterday's colthes because I was too damn cold and apathetic last night to change into pajamas when I'd just have to change back in a couple of hours. I haven't picked up a book all week. I listen to my mp3 player nonstop, whenever I can. My stomache hurts, I need a shower, I need to eat something, and I just want to curl up somewhere and cry.

I've had enough of France. I'm sick of the language, even though I'm fluent. I'm tired of the food. I hate the pack mentality. I detest the petty tyrants that run this school. I am so goddamn sick of this weather.

I want to be warm. I want to feel better. I want to be surrounded by my own language. I want a hug from my mother.

I want to quit whining.

14 days.
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Cigarette)
Yes, I have returned from the depths of emo, relatively intact. I'm keeping track of my low moments, and they seem to follow bouts of low sleep and less food.

I sense a connection... but what?

Actually, I was moping midway through Geo class, and the teacher comes up to me with a map we're supposed to fill out to his specifications and asks, 'So, do you want to learn more about the region?'
I wasn't paying attention, and didn't even look up from my Sudoku before saying, 'No.'
The whole class started laughing and I realized what I'd said, and shortly after that, realized that I didn't care. The teacher has always rubbed me the wrong way. Theres something smug about his voice. So it didn't take me long to realize that being the spoiled American in this case was actually paying off. I got to snub that guy with a deadpanned expression, and didn't have to do that friggin map.

Win/win, bitches! The Sterotypical American in me begins to show its face! And it feels suspiciously like whipping out the pocket-bitch. Hmmm...

And you wanna know what feels better? CWRPS schmoop!

There's A Piece of the Puzzle...

Its... teeth-achingly sweet. Like a whole lotta cotton candy.

And I love me some cotton candy.

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