Tuesday, May 26, 2009

I Like Punctuation But Fail A Punctuality

I have been avoiding my university email in-box since last week friday. I have a bit of a situation concerning my major and bunch of other crap, that had me sleeping very little friday or saturday nights. A majority of my life planning for the next 2 years was being dangled over a garbage can. I was freaking out just a little bit (sense the sarcasm? I do hope so).

I finally checked it, and there is a shred of hope that I won't have to push that little foot-pedal and toss my dreams on in...(following the metaphor still, I hope?). I've mainly been avoiding one email. A response to a very unpredictable professor that I wrote to "discuss" my grade (that I couldn't argue my way out of if I tried, but may have to try nonetheless). It's still sitting there. I have not yet the courage to open her response. She seems pretty nice, but she's also a former journalist...so there's that whole cut-throat, newsroom thing. I hate begging. And I don't condone lying, therefore...I'm fresh out of ideas, if she DOES even bother to meet with me!

And of course, this happens on one of the few times my mom goes out of town. The very day she left. The one person who I really count on to go to when I have a problem, who'll literally just listen and give me a hug. No forceful advice, or disappointment in me (because this is really my fault, and it's a major fail), - she just listens, and lets me hug her as many times as I want, for as long as I want, pretty much whenever I want. I am currently stressed, and not only that I am hug-deprived. If you know me well, you know the stress is only half of why I didn't sleep well those two nights.

Okay, I am going to bite the bullet. Here goes.