So, obviously the orientation wasn't a horrible experience at all. Lemme explain something: spazzing out about things that aren't spaz-worthy is kind of my way of feeling better about them. In fact, I thought it was at 6, but it was at 5. So at 4:30 I was casually wandering around livejournal when my father comes in and tells me that no, I do not have another hour to sit around spazzing over nothing. Which helps. The longer I know about something- something good, something bad, something with no "charge", positive or negative at all- the bigger the spaz attacks get. So when something happens out of nowhere, like someone calls me at 5 and says "Hey, we're going out at 6" I react a lot better than if they told me a week ago. Unless it's something super spazzy, because then I actually need the spazzing time or I can't function. Yeah, I know I'm not making sense, but I figured I should at least try to explain why I seem to be so, er, crazy, for no real reason.
Be back later with better updates.
-8:47 PM
Be back later with better updates.
-8:47 PM