kjbuvaouibaujbveiubave *frustration tremor*

i am a complete mess, i must say. i just kind of have a knack for making a fool of myself that really should be studied by psychological and sociological institutes. it's a wonder i've made it this far in life without being profiled by montel or maury or something. all i'm going to say on the subject is that i should NEVER be asked to tell my stories about meeting famous people. they make me look creepy and psychotic and just a little bit mentally unstable. if someone were to meet me for the first time and sit in on a conversation with people i've known for a long time they would undoubtedly be afraid to ever make contact with me again.

on the other hand, i've pretty much settled in here at school, and it's going well. this week i need to go get a job so that i can pay for textbooks and groceries and, you know, everything. i have a feeling i'm going to end up at erbert and gerbert's, simply because i know they're hiring. but i swear i will never become a delivery person. i have no idea how to get around winona, that would be kind of a problem. so whatever.

god i'm just in such a bad mood right now. this has been kind of a weird day. parade this morning, so my feet are all messed up. i need to find a pediatrist here in winona to help with all they shit that went wrong because of work. i'm having a hard time walking these days, and i get these really bad shooting pains when i first wake up in the morning. gah. i sound like an old lady. so yeah, parade, came back for lunch, then hopped in bed to watch some tv and ended up sleeping for four hours.

i need to stop whining and just suck it up. i am a paranoid freak.