Personal Post 03Aug2011

gimme gimme gimme

What I wouldn’t give for some comfort food right now. The past few weeks have gone by in a blur, and I haven’t had much time to sit down and reflect properly on the things that have been going on around me.

I’ve been handling the advanced class for English and it’s been one <insert relevant adjective here> ride. I don’t want to elaborate.

My cousin got married last week (church wedding this time), and I was the only one in my family who wasn’t there. Sucks to be me right now. With all the work I had and the shortage of funds I am currently experiencing, there was no way I could go. My youngest sister was a bridesmaid, and I only got to see her in her PINK dress (she doesn’t like pink) in the family pic.

My best friend is getting married this weekend, and as her maid of honor, I have to prepare a speech, which I still haven’t started writing. 😦

My personal life is a mess right now. I’ve been anxious about a lot of things, and I’m beginning to feel like it’s manifesting physically, which is never a good thing. If you’ve seen that Bones 6 episode where this podiatrist couldn’t move his arm because of stress/anxiety over Dr. Brennan’s harsh comments on his paper and profession, then you’ll know what I mean.

Right now, I’ve got piles of things to check, and impending doom faces me. The weather does not help at all.

So yes. Cookies with tons of chocolate chips would be heaven right now. What I wouldn’t give for some of Anna’s mom’s cookies right now. BEST. COOKIES. EVER.

Oh, and a call from you would be nice. Haven’t heard from you in a while.

 

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