Got Stress? Want some of mine?

I had another mental breakdown today on my way to school - you know, after I got a speeding ticket and before I walked in half an hour late. After I was delayed half an hour because I was taking care of my grandpa all morning and before I found out that my common app is due tomorrow. After tournament weekend sleep and before my work shift. After my crying jag and before calling someone. After failing at STE and before, well, failing at STE.

Yeah, still stressed. But I'm pretty sure I don't have time to talk about it with anyone.

I don't normally post twice in a day,

but then I don't normally stumble across graphs that show what names get a person more sex partners either.

Enjoy!

Phenomomenom. Omnomnom

Weird stuff has been happening to me lately, besides the whole moving out, getting a new job, going to school two different places, and pulling 3 events from the middle of nowhere.

My car started to vibrate. But really, it did. My keys were out of the ignition, the engine was off, and it vibrated with a sound like a cell phone, so much so that I started to excavate for my phone before I realized that I was actually talking on it.

Dudes keep hitting on me. Even when I'm wearing baggy clothes and whatever hair. A note to the men of the world: really? Why then? Also, pick a different month - I don't have enough time for class and eating, let alone sleep (dating is so far down, it doesn't even get mentioned). I'm going to be crabby at you or socially awkward you out.

Like the men of the world read my blog.

A shelf in my new room always seems to vibrate. Nothing on the shelf moves, and the wall isn't touching anything that vibrates, so why would this make sense? It didn't vibrate when my grandma had stuff on it, so why start now?

I own a zoot suit.

Glee is being preachy about alcohol. Really? Glee? With the cussin', singin', dancin', sextin' nonsense plots, this is the themed episode? Pot was cool, sex was cool, cheating was ... okay, and alcohol's the nono. And the lack of songs hurts my heart.

Home. Which house is it? One has my clothes, the other my books and I sleep in both rooms. I'm not sure really which is the appropriate place to designate, but I feel like I need to designate and to put the label on.

Puns. I need them for a speech, because I (gulp) think they will make it funnier. Weird right?

Bad Blogger, I know.

But so many things have been happening this past month, it's sort of crazy:

1. Location, location, location: I'm moving back in with my parents, because my grandparents house, where I was living is to be given back to the bank.  This sucks because I liked liking on my own and not feeling guilty for not taking care of other people, but it does mean that I have better and non-dramatic roommates who are way more likely to do their own dishes.
2. Arguments:  Because I thought I'd have more time, I joined another school's Forensics team (not dead bodies).  So far I think that I will have no life, but my non-life is fun.  Plus I won first place at the competition on Saturday in my division.  Not bad, for my first tournament this year.
3. Schooling: This semester, I'm taking six classes, 3 at both my normal college and at the college where I'm doing Forensics.  This is because I both need to graduate and need 6 units to be able to compete on the team.  This has made my school load pretty heavy - especially since it takes an hour to get to the other campus (without traffic and speeding).
4. Relationships: I've just recently realized that I don't actually want one, right now.  I suppose I've known this for a while, considering how much I really haven't pursued people.  But the kicker came this weekend, where a boy, after an awesome coffee date, decided we were going out.  I had to tell him no and that I wasn't interested.  I realized that I really enjoy the freedoms of being single.  The flirting, the flaunting, the secret admiring of a certain cute boy with a spiffy trenchcoat and of the business major that keeps looking awesome and being intelligent, the not having to call and care all the time - I'm too busy for a boy and I'm glad that's the case.
5. Serial killers:  The show Dexter makes me depressed because I connect with him.  Why am I connecting with the emotionless sociopath?!?  Please tell me that other people connect to him too.  Please.
6. Old people:  Well, mainly my grandpa.  I'm his helper in the mornings before his nap and my school.  I move him around and feed him, put him on the toilet and help him brush his hair.  My mother feels guilty about this, but mainly because she thinks that his is the first penis I've seen.  I find this amusing.
7. Aesthetics: I've started to care more about my appearance and experiment with jewelry, makeup and cute clothes.  Next step: break my addiction to graphic tees.