Up & Down the Fortune Wheel
The weekends was hella fun. The best weekends I've ever had this month, period.
It was damn near worth it playing hooky with my co-curriculum class.
Sis took me out swimming at a resort pool about an hour drive from home with her housemate and it was pretty fantastic. I haven't had a good swim since God knows when and I like the housemate enough for the situation to not feel awkward or uncomfortable.
She fed me more than enough to last 3 average days in college and spoiled me with random wants of mine. As a result, I now acquire a shirt that says "WARNING : YOU ARE APPROACHING A PROFESSIONAL FANGIRL" and a couple of other things.
It was awesome.
But of course, as the weekends ended, so did my turn of being on the upside of the Fortune Wheel.
All of a sudden, my period hits me with a BLAM! on Monday and add a near crippling pain of cramping in the below stomach area, less work was done than it should that night.
As it was, I lost my yellow file which held my hand-out notes the next morning and found out that I got the wrong ink cartridge for my printer when I have a presentation to make the very day.
I also need to attend to the electrical bills issue, keeping in mind of its deadline. The process is a whole lot of 'nother tedious thing to be consulted with the rest of my housemates.
I am still in the middle of a test week, and all of this is running around with my uterus feeling like it's being poked every damn minute with a fire poker.
I deny screaming at it in frustration.
I don't suppose it's its fault for being hard on my placenta, whilst simultaneously deciding it was the best of times to drown the space in my womb with a bloodbath.
Ignore the crazy talk, my hormones are spiking up through the roof get the fuck over it.
The sudden onslaught may have caught me by surprise and I may have had myself a tiny, little, insignificant panic attack last night. And again this morning during Lit class. Maybe.
Thankfully, I managed to crammed through it all fine. The nerve residue may even helped me a little during Linguistics presentation later on as we had a considerably positive response from both the class and the lecturer.
Oh, and now as I am writing this, the electrical system got shut off. Awesome.
*sigh*
Experiences of life, no?
I look forward to Thursday, though. I have a certain date with a certain cheeky hazel-eyed brown haired bubblebutt of mine. Seeing him always makes my day. Here's to hoping everything holds till then. Here's to hoping I'd keep myself together further beyond.
It was damn near worth it playing hooky with my co-curriculum class.
Sis took me out swimming at a resort pool about an hour drive from home with her housemate and it was pretty fantastic. I haven't had a good swim since God knows when and I like the housemate enough for the situation to not feel awkward or uncomfortable.
She fed me more than enough to last 3 average days in college and spoiled me with random wants of mine. As a result, I now acquire a shirt that says "WARNING : YOU ARE APPROACHING A PROFESSIONAL FANGIRL" and a couple of other things.
It was awesome.
But of course, as the weekends ended, so did my turn of being on the upside of the Fortune Wheel.
All of a sudden, my period hits me with a BLAM! on Monday and add a near crippling pain of cramping in the below stomach area, less work was done than it should that night.
As it was, I lost my yellow file which held my hand-out notes the next morning and found out that I got the wrong ink cartridge for my printer when I have a presentation to make the very day.
I also need to attend to the electrical bills issue, keeping in mind of its deadline. The process is a whole lot of 'nother tedious thing to be consulted with the rest of my housemates.
I am still in the middle of a test week, and all of this is running around with my uterus feeling like it's being poked every damn minute with a fire poker.
I deny screaming at it in frustration.
I don't suppose it's its fault for being hard on my placenta, whilst simultaneously deciding it was the best of times to drown the space in my womb with a bloodbath.
Ignore the crazy talk, my hormones are spiking up through the roof get the fuck over it.
The sudden onslaught may have caught me by surprise and I may have had myself a tiny, little, insignificant panic attack last night. And again this morning during Lit class. Maybe.
Thankfully, I managed to crammed through it all fine. The nerve residue may even helped me a little during Linguistics presentation later on as we had a considerably positive response from both the class and the lecturer.
Oh, and now as I am writing this, the electrical system got shut off. Awesome.
*sigh*
Experiences of life, no?
I look forward to Thursday, though. I have a certain date with a certain cheeky hazel-eyed brown haired bubblebutt of mine. Seeing him always makes my day. Here's to hoping everything holds till then. Here's to hoping I'd keep myself together further beyond.
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