blustocking | caffeine makes everything better

DON'T LET ANYONE TELL YOU DIFFERENT.

I hate my woman parts today. Not because they are ugly or smelly, quite the contrary. But because they MAKE ME HURT. Bitches.

There is a cute boy in GROUP This makes it easier to sit through meetings. Tonight is AA fun. Last night I accidentally walked into the wrong meeting only to find myself in a large room with lots of hardened, slightly scary looking people. Yessss, it was the drug program. They were nice though and directed me to the other room. heheh.

My alarm clock is officially toast. Yet again I was late to work. wee.

I finally remembered to check my grades for last semester's class. I got an A in my writing workshop. :) Slowly bringing that GPA up. If I bust my ass until September, I MIGHT be able to take one or two classes. *hope hope against hope*

I changed my LJ language preferences to French about 2 weeks ago. The only words that are in French are: "Bonjour blustocking!" and "Calendrier". Nice.

On the serious tip, yo: There are a few (okay, 2) people whom I had expected some words of comfort, an acknowledgment, an email, a call, a smoke signal, just something when I had my court date. Some people followed through as I expected and I appreciate that very, very much. I don't ask for much...just let me know you are there, are thinking of me. Because as much as I don't talk about how I really feel, this is very stressful and I feel like crying about it 3 times a day at least. Just knowing my friends are there is all I need. Thing is, is that too much to expect? Am I the one who shouldn't put these kinds of expectations on people? I don't expect it from everyone I know, or even ALL of my friends, but those close to me...yeah, I do. There are just 2 people who sort of shocked me by not saying anything. One hasn't said anything to me for a long time, so I think I can just write them off. But the other...I don't know. Maybe I'm the one being the jerk. In my heart, I don't feel like it and I only bring it up here because this is my journal and this is how I feel. Right now. This moment. This is what is on my mind. Do I expect too much from people? It's very, very possible. I'm trying to work on the assuming too much thing, but is this something I need to put in check as well.

p.s. Happy, Happy Birthday to the loverly