Reflections and Fragments

Literally. I’m stuck between feeling like I need to let out a big burp or puking. I’m not sure if it’s because I ate too much random food tonight for dinner or if it’s food poisoning or if it’s the stupid vitamin D pill. This is one of those nights where I wish I had a futon. I can’t even focus on my Spanish homework.

Things making me feel better and ignore my stomach? This Pandora Joy Division station. It’s playing my faves from every different artist, and it’s just nice hearing these songs since it’s been awhile.

Also, I will definitely be going to California for spring break. Where I shall be sleeping? Still to be determined, but I’m going to call up my cousin tomorrow in hopes that she’s home then. Excitement. If you would like to join Jon and I on our trip, let me knowww; the more people the merrier :]

That’s all for now. I’m hoping to get in bed by 1.

Oh! If you like reading and short stories, you should pick up The Best American Short Stories of 2011 edited by Geraldine Brooks. Seriously, every story I’ve had to read so far for my Creative Writing class has been good, really fucking good. I mean, that’s why they were the best of 2011… If you know me and want to borrow it from me once the semester is over, I’d be happy to lend it to you :]

Now I’m really getting off to write five quick sentences for Spanish then go to sleep. Ciao.

It’s going to be another late night. I made the poor decision to take a nap at 7 and still expected myself to get up in an hour; I didn’t wake up until 9:30 roughly. Then I had to eat again of course. This day was just super long and had me running all over the place. I somehow survived most of the day on barely any food (aka a probably old granola bar and 75% of a bag of plain potato chips) until 5:30. Tomorrow, I shall eat three meals. Yum. I kind of want to go to Starbucks tomorrow too for a decaf drink of some sort. Maybe I can do some hw too, but we shall see since I don’t get out of class until 4 tomorrow. Long day ahead.

Alright, time for me to finish my psych hw that I should’ve done days ago. Ciao.

“So why did you do it?”

I don’t know. I can’t really explain it. Maybe I just didn’t care. I’m just a fuck up.

“I’m kinda disappointed in you.”

And I will take that disappointment because I’m pretty disappointed in myself.

“Well, you’re my friend, and I care about you, so I want you to be alright.”

Thanks.

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Friends- we try to wrap our minds around why we make certain decisions, but some of us will stick together, surprisingly. If we weren’t friends, would this change your opinion of me? 

When we’re not friends with a person, it’s easier for us to call them stupid or whatnot for mistakes they may make and judge them harshly. For friends, we may call them stupid, but then we’d just like to help them through their mistakes.

As I always try to remind myself, “You don’t know their story”, which makes it easier to not hold unfair judgements against others. I’m shifting from being angry at others to trying to understand why they chose to do certain things whether it directly affects me or not. We can’t always explain clearly why we do what we do.