i had a good conversation with a friend monday.
good, but emotionally draining.
my head was throbbing when it was over.
and then i wrote a letter to two of my friends on wednesday about how as much as i love them, i’m losing my emotional sanity every time they talk to me about a certain subject.
i’m so pissed that i’m so touchy about this crap. seriously. i consider my greatest responsibility, privilege, and even joy as a friend to be there when they need me. and i just basically told them i can’t do that anymore.
[that’s my word of frustration.]
i have been out of words since. i don’t know what to say. about anything. i almost couldn’t even pray. i can hardly even think.
my head has been throbbing all week.
i had a midterm wednesday and a bibliography due today. slash yesterday. slash whatever friday is in relation to right now. slash i hate the habit of overanalyzing because it makes my head hurt even more than it already does.
kels and i hung out with liz and patrick today. liz is our ma and patrick is our ra. [yes, we live in a coed building.] we watched a movie and then had a long discussion about schools.
i’m not fazed by misbehavior, of pretty much any type, from pretty much any kid. my parents both work in middle schools. i read the teaching magazines they get. i have pretty much heard it all. what i haven’t heard yet, i end up hearing from liz.
speaking of liz and patrick, here are pictures from prez ball. liz and kels were the ones with the pictures and they uploaded them about three weeks after the fact.
i forgive them.