Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Tis late and I'm sleepy

I wish I had something, ANYTHING interesting to write about right now, but it's almost midnight and my brain is absolutely fried from the three straight hours of statistics class I had to endure tonight. The hardest part about math is that you can't exactly tune out during the lessons like you can with other classes. With my psych class last semester for example, everything was presented on power point slides that you could download straight onto your own computer and study at your lesiure. With stats though, each new concept has it's own little obnxious math language which you must have explained to you by a person or else it's just nonsense.

My room has gone back to hell in a hand basket. Is that the saying? Or is it hell in a hand bag? I think it's basket. Anyway, I was able to keep it tidy a couple weeks ago, but then I had a bunch of binge days and stopped caring so now it looks like what I imagine the after affects of a minor explosion would. I've got clothes everywhere, cereal bowls on the floor, books and papers flooding my desk, and my carpet is really wet and gross because of all the glasses of water I've knocked over when I roll out of bed in the mornings. Today my mom asked me if I was ever going to clean it again and I told her not until the troops come home. I figured that gives me some time. Dr. Gordon will be sad when I tell her that I've been taking so little care of my living space. She thinks that when my rooom is clean I take better care of myself in other areas of my life. Which I suppose is true.

OH MY GOD speaking of Dr. Gordon, my MOTHER made an appointment to meet with her. Just the two of them. The other day she confronted me about how distant and curt I was being with her lately and I told her I was just generally frusterated with the way she talks to me sometimes, and especially since she was so mean to me on the ski trip last month. She said sorry and we sort of made up but I guess she still wants some answers and now she's going to the master...

P.S. The spell check is not working on this computer so now you've seen what my grammar and spelling are really like...

1 comment:

  1. I agree that having a clean living space correlates with being organized and on top of things in regards to other things in life, too. It's weird, but I've noticed the connection, ha.

    Also, I'm sorry that you're uncomfortable about your mom seeing Dr. Gordon, but maybe it will be good.. She can learn a little about what you're going through and maybe be more understanding..

    And just because you've had a couple binge days doesn't mean you can't start over TODAY. It's a new day. You have the power to say what you will and will not do, say, or eat. You're strong. Remember that :)

    Also, your spelling isn't that bad, at all. :)

    Thanks for the sweet comments on my blog. I appreciate the encouragement :)
    <3 Haley