|Ironic. It's currently 2:42am.|
Anxiety is (more than likely) coming. Back spasms, perpetually sore shoulders, increased heart rate, and a mind that's on a billion and three things at once (not yet, but give it a week or so). What this all means is that I am illogical. I know that there is no reason whatsoever for me to turn into a flaming stressnugget in the first week of class, but there's not a whole lot that I can do about it. I don't have a list of things to do that's a mile long. I don't have to worry about not getting lotteried into my classes. There's not even any work to do yet. So why am I seemingly preparing for an onslaught of impossible situations? Good freaking question. Calm the hell down brain. If this is me in the first week of class, I'm going to be dead my the time midterms roll around.
Maybe I'm playing the world's smallest violin right now, but there's honestly nothing so frustrating as not being able to fall asleep when you know you've got to get up the next day. I've only had one full night of insomnia in my life (like, not falling asleep ever) and it was a terrible, horrible, awful experience. Then I got to attend 4 hours of class feeling like my head was going to explode and I was going to vom all over. Nice.
In order to combat my epic self pity, I'm going to watch the following music video over and over and over. I don't speak French, I don't listen to a whole lot of French music (although I love Yelle), and I don't really like any of his other music too much, but this might be one of my favorite songs. You're welcome.