Ugh. I'm depressed.
And I'm not sure why.
I saw The Namesake today with my friend Noessa. Maybe that's part of it. Some of the movie's major themes: a strained father/son relationship; a boy who feels like an outsider amongst his peers (because he's an Indian American not because he's gay, but still....); and people having the courage to radically overhaul their lives.
Okay, so maybe that's part of it.
It was also a beautiiful day in L.A. and I certainly had a little bit of the oh-shit-we're-moving anxiety. But then I also got stuck in traffic for over an hour. So, you know, fuck Los Angeles.
I got a rejection letter from a med school. But it was expected (I've known it was coming for the past week because I check their website daily) and it was a school I never would have gone to anyway (so why do I check their website daily? Because it's there. Because I can.)
So, you know, it's a fucking mystery. I'm just chalking the depressed feelings up to "med school stress" and leaving it at that.
But I HATE feeling depressed. It's such a waste of time, and nothing good seems to come from it. No one knows how to comfort me (probably because it's not really possible). And when people try it just makes me feel like a big whiny baby. I've felt this way for a whopping five hours (self-indulgent to be complaining so early, I realize) but that's about four hours more than I'm willing to deal with.
Jesus Christ I love Elizabeth Edwards. I do. I love that voice. I love that hair (especially when it's all frizzy 'n fluffy and she doesn't seem to give a crap). It just seems like you can't shake that woman. I have this knee-jerk kind of need to write something sarcastic here, but I just can't do it. I keep deleting what I write. Because she really did move me today.
And honestly, the nine or ten hours I spent thinking that he was going to withdraw made me realize how much I don't want him to do that. I don't want this to be a Barack/Hillary race. I think John Edwards is a braver candidate this time around (he openly said he didn't think homosexuality was immoral days before Hillary & Barack were forced to say the same) and at the moment he's more substantive on things like healthcare (at least the guy has an actual plan you can read).
Okay, so I've done all I can do to get myself out of this depression: I've eaten ice cream, I've drunk alcohol, I've climbed into my cozy bed with a book, I've written Elizabeth Edwards a ridiculous little "You're awesome!" email... now I guess I should just go to sleep.
I saw The Namesake today with my friend Noessa. Maybe that's part of it. Some of the movie's major themes: a strained father/son relationship; a boy who feels like an outsider amongst his peers (because he's an Indian American not because he's gay, but still....); and people having the courage to radically overhaul their lives.
Okay, so maybe that's part of it.
It was also a beautiiful day in L.A. and I certainly had a little bit of the oh-shit-we're-moving anxiety. But then I also got stuck in traffic for over an hour. So, you know, fuck Los Angeles.
I got a rejection letter from a med school. But it was expected (I've known it was coming for the past week because I check their website daily) and it was a school I never would have gone to anyway (so why do I check their website daily? Because it's there. Because I can.)
So, you know, it's a fucking mystery. I'm just chalking the depressed feelings up to "med school stress" and leaving it at that.
But I HATE feeling depressed. It's such a waste of time, and nothing good seems to come from it. No one knows how to comfort me (probably because it's not really possible). And when people try it just makes me feel like a big whiny baby. I've felt this way for a whopping five hours (self-indulgent to be complaining so early, I realize) but that's about four hours more than I'm willing to deal with.
Jesus Christ I love Elizabeth Edwards. I do. I love that voice. I love that hair (especially when it's all frizzy 'n fluffy and she doesn't seem to give a crap). It just seems like you can't shake that woman. I have this knee-jerk kind of need to write something sarcastic here, but I just can't do it. I keep deleting what I write. Because she really did move me today.
And honestly, the nine or ten hours I spent thinking that he was going to withdraw made me realize how much I don't want him to do that. I don't want this to be a Barack/Hillary race. I think John Edwards is a braver candidate this time around (he openly said he didn't think homosexuality was immoral days before Hillary & Barack were forced to say the same) and at the moment he's more substantive on things like healthcare (at least the guy has an actual plan you can read).
Okay, so I've done all I can do to get myself out of this depression: I've eaten ice cream, I've drunk alcohol, I've climbed into my cozy bed with a book, I've written Elizabeth Edwards a ridiculous little "You're awesome!" email... now I guess I should just go to sleep.
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