Today would definitely qualify as incredibly lame. First, the Lit Mag sucks. I mean, the poems don't suck, and the layouts and art themselves don't suck, and the cover is actually kind of pretty, but the insides look like they were made by somebody standing over an office Xerox machine for a few minutes and then slapping it together. The effect of these layouts is therefore damaged, and in many cases ruined completely (because of the poor photo quality). Then I just... well, during fourth period, I started to feel very sick and pained, and by the end of fourth period I felt so horrible that I honestly thought I was going to throw up. So I got to French and got a pass to the office and by this time I was in such pain that I started to cry.
Look, I know it's embarrassing to cry at school. I do it all the time, but it's not because I want to or try to. Unlike my stout-hearted friend Emiko (who always manages to keep a cool and happy head, at least in public), I have a very loose grasp on my emotional faculties when I'm upset/hurting, and the tears just come out and I can't stop them, and it hurts to try. I hate it, but there's nothing I can do. So I get to the office and they call mom at work, and since Rhodes is downtown it takes a while... so I just sit there, crying (quietly--not sobbing or moaning or anything, just teary) and trying to read the fourth Magic Knight Rayearth book I unexpectedly received yesterday until mom got there.
People, you're going to have to take my word on the fact that I was in pain. Maybe you can't empathsize with it, but it hurt. It felt like two sharp knives were driving themselves into my stomach and also that, at the same time, I was being pinched. Additionally there was a general sense of nausea. (actually I am still feeling like this, but I have hot tea, which makes it better) It was double plus ungood.
So mom finally comes and I get home and into bed, and I just feel awful and miserable... and she brings me hot tea, and I find an old L.J. Smith book on the floor which I've been reading since now. But... I still feel awful and miserable, and there's no one to talk to... and I have to finish my Rhodes application tonight. -___- At least the essay is done....
Look, I know it's embarrassing to cry at school. I do it all the time, but it's not because I want to or try to. Unlike my stout-hearted friend Emiko (who always manages to keep a cool and happy head, at least in public), I have a very loose grasp on my emotional faculties when I'm upset/hurting, and the tears just come out and I can't stop them, and it hurts to try. I hate it, but there's nothing I can do. So I get to the office and they call mom at work, and since Rhodes is downtown it takes a while... so I just sit there, crying (quietly--not sobbing or moaning or anything, just teary) and trying to read the fourth Magic Knight Rayearth book I unexpectedly received yesterday until mom got there.
People, you're going to have to take my word on the fact that I was in pain. Maybe you can't empathsize with it, but it hurt. It felt like two sharp knives were driving themselves into my stomach and also that, at the same time, I was being pinched. Additionally there was a general sense of nausea. (actually I am still feeling like this, but I have hot tea, which makes it better) It was double plus ungood.
So mom finally comes and I get home and into bed, and I just feel awful and miserable... and she brings me hot tea, and I find an old L.J. Smith book on the floor which I've been reading since now. But... I still feel awful and miserable, and there's no one to talk to... and I have to finish my Rhodes application tonight. -___- At least the essay is done....
posted by lyn at
1/14/2002 05:45:00 PM
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