Today has, on a whole, been pretty iffy-riffic. Most prominent is the the cold I'm catching, which makes me want to punch small children, because a cold before finals, one of which will determine weather I go to summer school or not, is the absolute last thing I need. I knew I shouldn't have snogged Nic when he'd been sick just a few days earlier.
Speaking of Nic, the biggest thing is that he's leaving tomorrow morning for Texas. For 22 days no less. I had to laugh when he said it wouldn't be too long. In my book 22 days is a long time. By the time he get's back I'll probably either be in Hawaii, or in the full swing of my internship. ( which I still need to talk to Dave about) Which is kind of lame. Scratch that it's very lame. Because I really like Nic, and I want to spend time with him more than I've been able to this past month.
And finally I'm just perturbed by people in general today. I don't know if it's woman hormones, or me imagining things, or everyone else's woman hormones, but it feels like there's a couple saran wrap barriers between me and everyone else that's warping what I'm saying into stupid and illogical drivel. I'm pretty sure I'm acting the same as I always do, yet for some reason I keep getting slapped down. I'd ask people around me, but I'm fairly sure that often when I do ask for a straight answer I still get the rainbows-and-sunshine-glossed-with-sugar-and-acceptance response. Not all of the time, but most of the time. I'd like to think I give it to people straight, but I'm sure even I've glossed over a few required responses for the sake of social decency. But don't you still wonder if you're as good as everyone says you are? If what everyone is telling you is what they really think? Doesn't anyone expect the world to be as harsh and un-friendly as I do? Isn't anyone else surprised when it's not? 
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