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Why I worry about myself sometimes… The ways I entertain my mind.

{ December 7, 2008 @ 7:41 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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OK, now I am in chemistry. I have been here for about three hours. I already finished my homework from the last class. Yes, I am aware that homework should be, in fact, done at home and before the next class, but he does not take the homework up til lab.

Now… I can’t quit yawning and my neighbor is catching the yawn and sending it back my way. I might pass out from too much oxygen.

Now… I am pretending that my cell phone is a calculator, very elaborately I might add. I am sending a text message, but I am looking back and forth from my phone and paper like I would be doing if I were adding the chemical compound’s molecular formula. Little does the professor know that I am texting how bored I am, actually he might be wondering why I am texting my friends chemical compounds.

Now… I am drawing random circles and lines all over the margins of my paper. I don’t even care at this point if I look busy. Maybe I can take a nap- I knew this guy in high school that would sleep but was able to his hand moving so it looked like he was taking notes.

Oh yeah, about 30 minutes til lunch. Then I can go get something to eat, some caffeine and then print all the notes I should have been following all morning, I cant forget to print the labs for later.

What? There is a test next week. Darn, I should have been listening. That means that I am going to have to catch up this week. Double Darn.

Now… I have torn off one of the buttons on my phone. I wanted to see something and realized that I was basically tearing it up. Its strange that you can even think that you, yourself, are weird.

Now… I am thinking about my eyebrows. They haven’t looked this bad since 8th grade, when I started to pluck them. I can not find my tweezers and can’t afford to buy ones so that also rules out being able to afford getting them waxed. And of course I am too tired to clean my room to find them.

Now… my neighbor is taking his spirit bottle and pressing it into his eyeballs. Funny. Oops I laughed out loud, back to being weird.

Back from lunch, and lab. Yes, I forgot to print out the handouts. My lunch was not so great and I am trying to find a position to sit  so that my stomach will stop making old man noises.

Now… we are reviewing for the test, but all I can think about is, what would happen if  I stuck my pencil in the outlet by my desk.

Sparks! Ouch, room spinning, lights swelling and fading… Just Kidding you didn’t really think that I would electrocute myself. What did he say about concentration problems, is he talking about me?

Wish I had a real update…

{ September 8, 2008 @ 2:22 am } · { Uncategorized }
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No news, no news. Luckily today I was very busy. This kept me from looking at my phone every few minutes.

You know how when you are waiting on someone to call you keep making sure that the volume on your phone is high enough. And then you keep checking your battery to make sure that you have no reason to think that the phone will die and then they won’t leave a message and you will never know that they called!!

I was only able to check the phone every three hours or so. Everytime I would hold my breath and… well I can’t tell you if I was dreading a phone call or if I wanted a phone call. Although I would love to be able to  hear how much he actual does love me…the longer I wait the more I know that won’t be the case. Then I don’t want to miss a call because it will seem that I am avoiding him.

I was doing fine, but I felt that I wanted to yell at whoever would listen “I told HIM!” but I did not tell people, remember I learned my lesson about the two dates in one week. It then captured this fairy tale of its own. The only other person that knows is him…(well and wordpress, but everyone that reads my blog is removed from my romantic life, hence why I can talk about it.)

Then I got a voicemail but there was no missed call. I freaked out… How could that have happened. I heard the voicemail ring while I was talking to about thirty people, showing them a website. Although I had my back turned, I could feel the listeners looking around thinking “how rude the girl’s talking, silence your phone person!!!” Little did they know it was my phone. So as soon as I was done I snuck over and tried to glanced at my phone (trying to be sneeky…aka not rude). When I could not find out who had left the message, by looking at the missed calls.. I think that I had a small panic attack. I grabbed the phone and took off to find a place to listen that wasn’t surrounded by people. Luckily it turned out to be my Dad…whew that was close.

But now I had this concern that it would go to straight to voicemail and no message and I would never know….

ob·sess [əb séss, ob séss]
(past ob·sessed, past participle ob·sessed, present participle ob·sess·ing, 3rd person present singular ob·sess·es)
v
1.  vt preoccupy: to occupy somebody’s thoughts constantly and exclusively
The desire for vengeance obsesses him.
 
2.  vi be preoccupied with: to think or worry about something constantly and compulsively
You can’t spend your vacation obsessing about money.