If some words could describe how I feel...

...it would be:

TABARNAC!!

Honestly, I'm going nuts and have become the hated yet again. (Well, it's not like the "renewed" friendship was going to last; I found it way too suspicious to begin with coming from those people) Wheee life is fun. Crazy and fun. Fun, crazy, and mind-numbingly stressful and worrysomly fun and crazier than I ever thought it was. Yay.

Of course, this is all due to the fact that I've been stuffing all the current issues popping up like weeds with my dad's health and care on the back burner for the last month while I attempt to keep a straight face and work throughout this semester.

You know, if I wasn't a peaceful, non-argumentative person I would've given too many people a piece of my mind and perhaps would've stood up for myself and not let myself get walked all over like I did in some classes. I probably would've also mentioned to some people I work with what's going on so they can understand my "tardiness" and my lacking in the finishing parts of projects promptly department as of late.

But no, I can't bring myself to hurt or yell at anyone.(which is a nice quality to have admittedly--I've done enough yelling to last a century) I have a presentation tomorrow and I feel asdfghjkl and then some. It's not helping that I might send an email that might land me even more on some peoples' bad sides. Crazy stuff, life.

Humdeedoo.

I suppose the good thing is, I have Lyon to look forward to in a month and I may never see these persons again or work with them for the next 3 years (unless we land in the same classes which would be likely considering my minor)

I need a weekend in Montréal. Stat.