Sometimes life is weird. Sometimes you think you totally have your crap together, your outlook is all sewn up and watertight, and everything is fine. Then disaster strikes.

EFF that idea dude! I don’t want more maybes and catastrophes!

[Inner Monologue]
Dear Jeni:
Take your own awesome advice and remain cold and feeling free. Life is so much easier that way, and there is certainty in being alone that cannot exist otherwise. You’re deadinside, keep it that way. Yes, people might label your self-defense mechanisms eccentric or idiosyncratic, but it is an efficient and safe way to steer your own boat. You’re on a boat mother f&*ker, you’re on a boat! (yes, I even joke to myself in my inner monologue).

Focus on finals, and GTFO. There is no one who exists on this planet that has ever even visited the same ballpark that your expectations play in, so skip it. Go to bed, and when you get up in the morning, be over whatever is irritating you to no end within your own mind and emotions. Kill the emotions, move on with your day. Kill the emotions, move on with your day. Murder/castrate/set fire to/unceremoniously hack to bits your emotions and move the hell on with your day.

UGH. BARF. Sometimes I make myself ashamed of myself. HA! I think it is kind of funny that me, unarmored, is a cheesy romantic dorkface who gets herself into trouble around every corner. That’s why she doesn’t come out to play often; the messes she makes are a bit much for me to clean up time and again.