First off, someone really needs to give Superman a call for me and have him rescue me from all this reading. *glances at mountains of books and essays and handouts and lecture notes to read* Bah. I only have about a hundred pages left though, so that's nice. That and a short "paper" critically assessing a new research study on actor/observer bias in attribution error. Shouldn't take too long. And that's not due till Tuesday at 1:30, so I'm not stressing. Bout 60 pages of psych to read, 20 in philosophy (but it's Descartes so it feels like 200) and the last 20 of Religion - The Zen Master's Guide to Peacemaking. Actually a pretty good book. Wouldn't read it on my own, but again, that's what college is for. Been reading since noon today, not counting periodic breaks between subjects. Moving on.
Bad day. All lonley and insecure and baaaaad self-image day. I went through my closet to reorganize for fall and I was trying on my fab sweaters and all I could see was my stomache and my AA-cup man-boobs. Kinda freaked out and threw away all the food in my room and got rid of a *lot* of my wardrobe. Don't worry...got the clothes back. Now I'm pretty much okay. Still really insecure and can't look at myself in the mirror but at least I'm not freaking out like I was earlier. Jesus - when did this obsession with my appearance start? It's kind of scary considering my wild reaction earlier. Maybe because I can't get to the gym because I need my ID to get in and security won't open it for me. And because I'm really pressuring myself to at least have *some* results by Thanksgiving. It's pretty pissy, but when I go home I want my family to *notice*. Especially my step-family. But that's a *whole* nother set of issues. Bastards. So anyway, not quite so happy-go-lucky today. Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up and the beauty-fairy will have beat me with her pretty stick. Whatever. Till that day comes, I neeeeeeeed to go to the gym. *glares at ghost*
So now I'm the middle of a break before I get back to psych and finish everything else (god willing!) before bed. I think I'm gonna work on the next part of Whipping Boy so's I can send it off as soon as I get part 3 back from mah beta. And for those interested - after part 3 the parts should be a bit longer. I know the shortness of parts can be frustrating :) So now I'm off to enjoy my smokey treats, a steaming cup of coffee (it's getting nippy outside!), my vanilla-scented candle and Whipping Boy. I'm gonna try and put the boy trouble and the drama on the back burner. Nothing good will come from it.
