Even though I spent the majority of this past weekend acting as a complete and total waste of space, I'm still very much upset that it's Monday again. I can't even remember WHAT I did this weekend...it was that uneventful. I think I may have gone out to an overpriced bar at some point and I'm pretty sure I spent $135 on a bunch of things I don't need. But really, it's a blur. I think the 6 hours I spent playing video games robbed me of many a brain cell. Ah well...it was fun.
As of the moment, I'm drinking some tea, trying to calm myself down after a self-induced panic attack. The words "future", "visa", and "deported" tend to bring about familiar feelings of light headedness, hyperventilation, and overall anxiety. And, they make me want to bite my nails. Which makes no sense because I'm not an anxious nail biter...It's one of the few bad habits I didn't pick up. But anyway, with the future looming in the distance and still no word from grad school...I'm starting to panic. I can't help thinking about "what ifs" and we all know how great that is for my sanity.
...This tea isn't working. What I need is a nice strong drink. 151 anyone?
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