There were quite a few things going on that kept me from getting my fingers to the keyboard, and for the most part, that was a hectic work schedule last week and over the weekend. Other than that, I've just been hanging around, wallowing.
Academics were always a source of pride for me. I had zero athletic talent, my social skills were lacking, and, even though my mom and aunt seemed to think my renditions of Garth Brooks' songs were lovely, I didn't think the rest of the world was ready. I always felt mediocre at everything else I tried, but when it came to books and learning, I was at the top of my class. As you can tell, every grad school rejection has basically reduced my self worth to nothing.
And that, my friends, is what I've been up to lately. Feeling sorry for myself, eating my feelings, and randomly breaking down in tears when I think about how I always seem to disappoint myself.
Tomorrow, I plan to move on from this sad, little show and try to be positive. Tonight, however, I'm going to eat maybe an entire pepperoni pizza by myself and maybe watch Mean Girls. It's a Wednesday, we wear pink, and we celebrate ten years of quotes that will never get old.
|I am on an all carb diet.|