So this is the middle of my second week of my second semester at HCC. I've already ended up dropping the ancient history because I missed the first class without realising it..seems classes started on the 28th instead of the 30th like I though..and I was too freaked to go. Also missed my first art class last week because of a panic attack. It's starting early this year, yeah? French has been ok since I'm used to it from last semester. Much as I hate the prof, I'm comfortable there because it's familiar. The whole scheduling of classes and work that I figured out has totally screwed me up. I was all happy at the idea of morning classes. Leave the whole afternoon free, ya know? Unfortunately I didn't take into account the fact that lately I can't function before the hour of ten o'clock in the morning.
Lemme write this all out for easier visualization:
Monday--typically my day off, both at work and at school, but since so many people have left the library recently, they've needed extra help, and thusly I've been recruited to work 1-3 for a couple of weeks.
Tuesday--French 12.30-1.50
Wednesday--Work 9-1
Thursday--French 12.30-1.50, Lab 2-2.50
Friday--What is supposed to be my art class 9-1 if I can manage to choke up the courage to go. Followed by work 3.30-5.30
Saturday--What was my history class 9.30-12.20, though now dropped. Work 3.30-5.30
Sunday--Work 3-5
Did I mention they cut my hours at work? Yeah no more 17 a week, it seems I'm down to 12, and will be cut to 10 after my Monday shifts are over. Sometimes I really really hate my supers. On a better note, yesterday was my one-year-anniversary of working at the library. Yay me. I want a raise.
The past couple of nights have been rough for me. I'm feeling mopey and panicky, and I'm kind of afraid to tell Mummy-dearest. 'M also low on vitamins, and we won't have the cash to buy more til the check comes sometime this week. Dunno how much of an effect that's having on me though. Took long enough to refill my Lexapro, what with each one costing fifty bucks--the refills not the pills--and having to wait for Prickmeister (aka That-Man-Who-is-Technically-My-Father) to both return our calls and come over with the cash. I was without for about four days, and that totally gives me the dizzy-spells. Not pleasant in the least.
Been on a diet the past week. Want to lose like whoa. Today was designated weigh in day..lost four pounds which was pretty awesome. Back when I was doing Weight Watchers, that was pretty standard for me weekly. Problem was I got out of the habit of watching what I ate and gained all twenty pounds back. The nice thing, however, is that when I get in the right mindframe, I can go for ages. It's easy for me to get into it...after I go for about three or so days of being constantly hungry while my stomach adjusts to not pigging all the time.
Tonight though, I feel like crap. I'm afraid of going to french tomorrow, cuz I skipped last class, and all I want to do is take a super long, super hot shower. Hannah just got out, so I think I'll go do that now.
I need a good cry. *sigh* | 
