06 November 2002 ~ Assholes, friends, and ice cream...

Some people in this world are just absolutely vicious.

I just thought I'd tell you that.

I think I'll tell you also that, while most of you, most of my friends and acquaintances, have been supportive and kind, there are a few of you who have not. From today forward, if I get nasty emails, they will be deleted and the senders will be blocked from emailing me anything more. That's just an FYI.

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I think I'll also share with you the end of a poem my downstairs neighbor wrote last week, about Jake, and me, and the kid on the other side of the building who got arrested for drunk driving...

"Here's to friends...
and support
and making it
one day more..."

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Woke up feeling shitty. Didn't want to be awake, but didn't want to be asleep. Didn't want to eat, but didn't exactly feel sick... Felt hot, but cold. Just gross, all over.

My classmates noticed I was quiet in class today. I told them sometimes I like to let others have a chance to talk. Yeah, like my whining hormones. Ugggghhhh.

It's a little past 3 PM now, and I'm feeling much better.

And I swear to gahd I would do just about anything for a small carton of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Phish Food maybe. Or that caramel stuff.

Isn't it a little too early for all of this?

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I have to go; I have an essay due in two hours, and I haven't started it. And I don't think I can start anything until I have ice cream...

~Helena*

PS -- Have come to the decision that I'd make a fucking amazing forensic linguist. I'm taping my current analyses to the wall in my bedroom. Somehow, no matter what happens, I'll try to find a way to implement that...