I’m okay again.
I had a good day. I like all my classes, and I test drove a great car and my parents confirmed that it would be a good decision to buy it and it seems perfect. And it’s close enough to me that if I can’t get a ride, I can bike up there tomorrow afternoon to make my offer. And then stuff my bike in the back because it’s a hatchback. And while my foot still hurts, it’s not as bad as before. And I’ve come to terms with the grade I got in Constitutional Law, even though it was lower than the mean and it was my best class and I definitely should have been capable of higher than the mean if not for my terrible illness. Everyone says not to beat myself up because I was barely able to stay conscious for the whole exam, and I know, I was just upset about the unfairness of the thing, but I’ve decided it’s not the end of the world and that’ll be fine.
So when the Mike thing is the only real problem, it’s a bit easier to deal with. But when it’s the car, and the health, and the grades, and him altogether, it seems so pointless. Everything else is getting better so I can manage. We talked tonight about the car because I texted wanting to take my bff Indie to the park when I have transportation and everything was okay, I didn’t get upset or anything. I’ll probably take both this and the “this is the stupidest breakup ever” posts down in a couple of days over embarrassment about the painful introspection, so read and comment now. I still think it’s stupid, but I can cope with it better now that the other things are working out or diminishing in perceived importance.
Oh and hey, check out the post below. I don’t think my friend Luis is into me at all but if he was, I would jump his bones in a second. I was only mostly kidding when I asked him to marry me this morning. Can’t believe it was only his second proposal of the day.
