False Prophecies

So. I thought I was going to be okay, you know.

Like, I finished the damn Latin paper way early.

I am so not okay. I am swamped. It's ridic.

Also, I seem to have some sort of repetiive strain injury in my right hand. I'm on Tylenol now... one thing after the other! I'd just gotten over the wisdom tooth pain!

Speaking of which, the procedure went alright. Didn't hurt too much. Was awake on Novocaine for the whole thing. I thought it was pretty awesome. I even looked the process up on YouTube later. It's funny that I could feel Dr. Gelfand doing things to my gums but couldn't feel the pain. Also, he's sexy. I just haven't really been able to eat properly since Saturday morning haha. I've been swallowing most of my food whole. Chewing with front teeth is not very effective. At least I have jaw mobility back... earlier in the week I couldn't smile or laugh or talk very well.

Um, Friday I was offered that job in the Faculty of Science at Science Academic Services. Yay. I have to quit Subway this weekend though. Kind of nervous. They're going to spaz for sure because Ray's in India but it's so not my problem anymore. I'm giving my two weeks' notice and that's it.

Monday was a fantastic day. I was outside for five hours with a variety of people... Viki, Reinard, Rita, Andrew, David, and Laura all showed up at some point but Mike and I were there the whole time. We got sunburned haha.

My brain is so jumbly today?

Lost was fantastic last night. But Faraday! *cries*

I've been an emotional mess lately. Things with Peter are not very good, but when were they good? I don't know, he went on that day on Friday with Anastassia and had crappy sex because he's a fucking masochist and she is obviously not a sadist. So he's all frustrated and stuff but he's still seeing her, which I don't understand. He's ranting to me about how terrible it was and how he doesn't think he can have a relationship with her but he's putting on this facade. It's ridiculous. He should just be honest with her, but I guess it's hard. BDSM can get really complicated. I think I'm already fed up of dealing with it. Like, can I give up now? I'll just never have sex again, honest. I'll abstain from all whippy floggy chokey hurty things for the rest of my life!

I'm hungry. Ugh.

I slept four hours last night. I could have gotten four and a half hours of sleep but I had something that required immediate attention after I'd packed up my books. Okay, so it wasn't that important but I was frustrated.

We are all frustrated.

Sexually.

Yeah. Four months and four days. Okay, okay. I am fine. Not. Not fine. MUST REPRESS ALL HUMAN NEEDS!!!!

There's a really attractive guy darting about my life giving me this sort of false hope thing. But I don't know if it's false. But I don't get it and my brain is being very high school about it. And things are really really weird lately. Like, different. He's acting DIFFERENT. And there are moments that are tense and awkward and I'm not sure why but I know it's not me doing anything that's making things like this.

I don't know. I don't know.

All I know is that I really want him on so many levels all at once. Mainly intellectually and emotionally, actually.

I rambled a lot about a lot of bad things...