getting naseous on the mood swing of life. actually, i really do get naseous on swings. weird, right?

So, much to my surprise, life continued to move on without my consent and completely apathetic to my screams of "stoooop, let me offf!"

I really need to get more control over these mood swings of mine. After being horribly depressed for a few days, for no reason at all (though the reason may have had something to do with the PMS monster and the fact that I was just feeling unappreciated and maybe also it had something to do with a certain guy that we here at diaryland all know as simply "him", and also possibily because I am not working to my potential at school- in fact, I'm working so far under my potential that I'm barely working at all and if said potential were to have human characteristics, such as arms, I would be so far away from this potential that this potential would have no hope of reaching me, not even if it threw down a rope.)

Where was I?

Yes, so I was in a shitty mood for a few days, can't imagine as to why...and then after a mind-clearing talk with my bestest friend, I was able to see the Big Picture instead of the Small Shitty Picture. And all was well.

All was well. As in all was well, past tense-ly. As in I can no longer see the Big Picture, and the Shitty Small Picture is quite blinding.

The Big Picture being that life is good and full of possibility and people and I am awesome and all is well.

And the Shitty Small Picture is that my brain has taken a leave of absence, I haven't worked out since what seems like the 1800's (those hydro-powered treadmills were really something, I'll tell you that much), and unrequited love really blows chunks.

Ah yes, I'm sure that my poetic way with words and delicate choice of phrasing has enthralled you all, but alas, I must go. More self-analytical and general cries of "Whyyyy??" type entries soon, I'm sure.

Edited to add: I was about to edit this to add that my excuse for this entry is that I have been working on a presentation for what seems like the past 10 hours but was actually only about 4, which is still a considerable amount of stress, and while this is all true, there's no reason to use it as an excuse for anything since I usually am this strange anyway so if I'm going to use it to excuse anything, I'll use it to excuse my possible insane bitchiness tomorrow to my friends as a result of my high stress level from previously mentioned presentation. That is all.

(2003-03-28 - 2:19 a.m.)