I'm sweaty.

I just finished working out. now I'm sweaty.

I'm tired. bleh.

Sing a song.

Singing has always been fantastic therapy for me.
It forces you to concentrate on your breathing, which is that classic method of getting people to calm down.
On top of that, if you're singing a happy song, you have to smile. You can't not.
Getting into character to sing a song is also really fun and helpful. Be someone else for a while and your own problems stop mattering.

I don't even know today

Last night Kyle was driving for hours through a storm, and kind of implied while texting me (not texting while driving-he was a passenger) that he wasn't going to make it.

But he's okay now and that is a GIANT relief.
According to other people who were in the car with him, he was actually terrified and just exaggerated, but it was a bad storm.

Goodbye time

I miss having free time.
I had a day off from work or friends for the first time in probably about a month.
And I still didn't get all my shit done.

Maybe it'll be better when I go back to school. Instead of spending 8 hours a day working, it'll be more like 5. I know, homework takes a long time, but I'm much more prepared to handle that.

uuuuugh long day

So I didn't blog yesterday because I spent the night with Kyle.
I love spending time with him. a lot.
I got a bit clingy today at the meetup which I feel kind of bad about. but he seems okay with it.

hm.

I spent the afternoon crying and helping Kyle pack.

wow, sounds like he's moving far away, doesn't it? no. he's going to a different dorm.

The crying was a little bit him, mostly someone else. It's SO MUCH DRAMA and I can't even talk about it.

Parasprite Infestation.

Look, some people who never read this will know what I'm talking about when I say we need to stop our Perry-sprite infestation

I THOUGHT IT WAS A CLEVER PUN OKAY