My day started off with a near-inability to get out of bed, followed by the realization that I’m developing a muffin top (google it). Then I ate an unsatisfying, silent breakfast, followed by a quick ten minutes of email checking and being threatened with having my door taken off its hinges. Not a great beginning, but I was determined to find something good about today.
On the silent drive to school, in which I was in a terrible mood from my aforementioned issues, I actually found myself crying in the darkness of an hour much too early for a reasonable school day to start. There was no reason for these invisible tears, but they came out nonetheless. I later determined that they were products of a combination of school stress, debate stress, being sick and having headaches stress, and my inability to lie to myself for extended periods of time. Ouch.
Since Craig had a doctor’s appointment, I was alone for the half hour period of pre-school socializing, so I sat outside the darkened, yet unopened library and wrote depressing free verse in my journal I had the foresight to grab on my way out the door this morning. Always a charming way to pass the time.
My release was spent entirely with taking psychology notes and attempting to numb the emotions causing me to feel like I was literally falling apart, both tasks being completed about six minutes before the bell. I bade my release buddies farewell and went to sit on the benches outside of my government class, where my “moment” had occurred just two weeks ago. I have been trying to recreate that moment ever since, but today was most certainly not the day to do so, because immediately after I sat down and closed my eyes, someone sat next to me. This person insisted on questioning me about every minuscule detail of my life, thus ruining my serenity. NOT COOL.
Gov and Psych blurred together in a numbing series of practice lock downs, trips to the library, and the promise of a long night of homework. Lunch was mediocre and plagued with the impending stress of a four day weekend full of camping, joys of womanhood, and public forum rough cases. Lit followed much the same pattern, although there was a slight upside when I got to use my man voice while reading a part from Oedipus Rex and a slight downside when my headache/nausea combo came back.
But I digress. I’m supposed to be talking about something good that happened to me. I’m sure you’re growing impatient with me. Bri, what was the best part of your day??
My dad brought me pumpkin cheesecake from our Barnes and Nobles Starbucks and I scarfed it down without thinking about my muffin top.
. bri, you are a wonderful person, you will go far in this world, you work out more than the average person, you eat better, you are one of the smartest and most brillent people i know. and if this doesn’t cheer you up, just remember, you don’t look like the millions of overweight and morbidly obese people out there. i believe that i am much more overweight than you, i am completely off the cart, a man my age should weight about 190, i weight 275 pounds, that’s even off the obese scale
Thanks Ben. Body issues are a bit more prominent with girls, though. Stupid society standards. Ah! Frustration in the form of alliteration! Oh my. I’m going to bed.
You really are a touch anti-social aren’t you? Not that that is a bad thing. I am a little anti-social myself, though probably in an entirely different way. I love being around people but hate having nothing to say. Thus its easier to not be around people I don’t feel comfortable being an idiot in front of. If you were wondering why I am posting comments on your earlier blogs its because I decided to read them all. They are infinitely more interesting than the daily news and I think that they each have something unique to teach.