The Science of Lauralogy

I’ve decided to turn my twice-weekly oral sessions (hehe) into a sort of one-sided, teacher ain’t really aware of it, therapy sessions. It was really, really nice to just spill everything out to this person who has absolutely no other agenda, nor really any connection to anything; however, she has been paid to sit for 1 1/2 hours on Wednesdays and Fridays and keep me talking. So yeah. That was nice.

On that note, I think I’ve mellowed a bit following last week’s super awesome week from hell-ness. Just a bit of course. It helps that I can occasionally catch a new boy staring at me. Of course, he happens to be like BFFs with the beezies that I can always catch glaring at me. And he’s approximately 12, just hitting puberty, and not super smart. So yeah. But hey, it’s a way to pass the time in the class where the teacher just doesn’t get literary concepts beyond “hey, what happened in the story?” But yeah, that aside. Only 4 more weeks of classes, I’m on episode 14 of the O.C., one more assignment between me and drinking with the girls in Buenos Aires. So things are looking up (if, of course, one ignores: the party I’m avoiding, the lunch I’m avoiding, and the game I’m avoiding. In addition to: the people that are avoiding me, Carina avoiding answering my email, etc etc.)

Step 2 of 14 Karats is now drying on my balcony. The fumes have cleared from my room and I’m ready to sleep.