I refuse to post about Barack. I just plain refuse.
I have my first classes next week and I'm amp'd as usual. I get so excited about the first day of classes and the reading/writing/learning that accompanies it. This excitement, get-up-and-go attitude dwindles by the end of the first month of school, and I'm left attempting to flee the impending workload. I try to escape. Which is pretty much the story of my life.
I bash everyone around me in the head as I try to escape from them. As I get older, I do this less and less. I realize escape is futile...and very unnecessary (especially in my current situation). But what is driving the motivation to escape? To run away? To hide from my friends? and to try to hide from my family? It's not that I don't enjoy the company. In fact, I'm happier when I'm around people. Yet, I crave the solitude and loneliness. It's like a perpetual need to feel some form of depression. Working it out...growing pains.
I started taking the dreaded BC... those mind-altering-anti-baby-making-pills to deal with the ovary situation. (Yes, that's how desperately debilitating the pain and bloating was. My ovaries release crazy amounts of eggs but they never make it into my abnormally heart-shaped uterus). For anyone who doesn't know, I hate anti-baby-making-pills. They made me a crazy psycho emotional rollercoaster of a lunatic... yea, you know that girl. That girl that's crying one minute, and then screaming and throwing shit the next...Well that was me circa July 2005 until December 2007.
I thought I was naturally crazy, until I discovered that I wasn't a saggy sack of tears and fiery rage sans little pink pills.
Well now I'm back on 'em. First month almost complete. It looks like this different brand does make a difference....
0 windshields broken
0 scandals
0 drunk phone calls
0 nights of crying
0 arrests
1 happy Beau
Smooth sailing.
