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Today's weather was crappy and tornado-like, and it just encouraged depression. I had my good post-Japanese cry for the week (even though I did get an A on my Oral Test, but I do have a 90.3% in that class, I'm just barely hanging on, lol . . . ), and I felt bad that the package for me was not Lisa's cloak, but pistachios for me from Mom and Dad (I felt selfish, but I really did appreciate the gift! I'm just scared Lisa will not get her cloak in time . . . ), but after I sat down and ate pistachios with Patricia and Lisa and Keith (Keith had not had pistachios ever before . . . O.o), I felt much, much better. I wasted a lot of time today, but it made me feel better, really; I wasn't feeling too well last night (I slept through Improv practice)-- my stomach was upset and my period was on the fritz, or something, and my weight is going crazy-- and I was sort of drifting into the I'm-still-sick-and-my-emotions-are-going-wacko rollercoaster, and so I think I needed to sit and talk with Patricia and Keith on Patricia's bed (we were all originally on Lisa's, which is the usual, but Patricia's bed got jealous so we all moved over there, lol . . . ) and eat pistachios and chips and Petit Ecoulier (the little Dutch schoolboys-- which remind me of home!) and just talk about random things . . . mostly pointless things, lol . . . "She would burn the book." "No, she would recycle it!" "I'm going to punch you in the face!" *punches him in the balls*

Patricia (czarani) would like any random facts anyone would like to think of, too, by the way . . . so go tell her random stuff, lol . . .

. . . and then we all scared Lisa. We were supposed to keep the lights out and drag her in to the center of the room and freak her out, but Keith got stuck under the shelf (he hit his head) in his little blue blanket and she definitely turned the lights on over a random person in a cloak (moi, yours truly!) and a girl in a pillowcase and pigtails under the bed (Patricia in her Dobby/Winky/general House Elf costume, lol . . . ).

The Seafood Awareness Night is finally over. The freaky picture of the man biting fish will finally be gone!!!

I was depressed earlier. I don't feel like bringing up depressed things in this entry anymore. They were deeper, but depressing. I think I will just forget about them, and suppress them, until they come up later, full-force, or whatever . . .

Besides, I wrote deeper things already when I was writing my report for Introduction to East Asian Religions. I wrote a thing about it in abstractthought, an lj community I just joined (Liz, you might enjoy it . . . actually, a lot of you might ^_^).

I really am actually quite stressed-out.

Maybe that's just college: Balancing insane, stressed-out-ed-ness out with insane, random fun . . .

We're all insane here, at any rate.