You know the year won't go well when...

Please realize that I've posted this before getting my requested "You're paranoid, sack up!" speech from Bruce...

I walked into Diagnosis this morning and all I could think was, "How many people in this room have been poisoned against me by Ms. Bennett?" No one said hi, or even smiled. In math, Cheri looked seriously underwhelmed to have me as a partner. *sigh*

SACK UP! DRINK A BEER! GET LAID! I'M BRILLIANT YET UNAPPROACHABLE! I PASSED MY PRAXIS THE FIRST TIME! I'M NOT HERE TO MAKE FRIENDS!

Maybe if I yell at myself, I'll get over myself and do well just to spite the aforementioned "teacher".

I'm going to Hobby Lobby. Jewelry makes me happy.

I will be fine. I will do well. I'm just grumpy.

Once again, thanks are due.

I just wrote an entry complaining about feeling paranoid. What did I do after that? Well, naturally, I read Bluecrashkit and Lords of the Living Room.

Having Good Luck Bear as a character kind of trips me out. I own several, in various incarnations (plastic, fuzzy and pictures), and he NEVER talks to me that way. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY TEDDY BEAR?!

*le pant, le heave*

I will be better soon. I promise.