Monday, August 21, 2006
7:41 PM
So, I had my very first migraine yesterday at work. It was really scary. I thought the world was ending. And my brother, who so lovingly calls me "the sickly one," was really no help when he told me to "suck it up. you'll get over it." Gee Wiz, thanks Joe! My head was throbbing, I was having bad vision, I felt like I was going to throw up all over the front desk, and I could barely stand. After 4 hours, two asprin, and 2 migraine pills from the restaurant manager, I was starting to feel better. It was so horrible. I'm not really sure why it happened. But, I guess my Grandma used to get them and my Aunt gets them, so I guess it shouldn't be such a shock.
So, classes are starting again. I'm excited. I'm nervous, but excited. I hope that I can work harder in my classes this year than I did last year. I'm a little worried because most of my classes are pretty small. I do well in huge, dark, lectures. I love them. It's so nice not to worry about participating, or what other people are saying, what I look like, what i'm writing down, what other people are writing down, and just EVERYTHING that goes through my head. I'm such a freak. I'm so constantly worried about what other people are doing, thinking, and what i'm doing, what I look like when i'm doing it, what other people think that it is exhausting. I try to block it out, but I can't. It's kind of like OCD for those with bad self-esteem. At least it's not a migraine.
I officially felt like a stalker today. I left the parking garage and happened to be leaving at the same time as this nice, normal, fellow. We crossed the street. He turned the corner and so did I. We kept walking for another few blocks or so, when we turned again. Finally, he turned somewhere that I went straight but it was odd that we went the same way for such a long time. Having, sat through French 101, and now on my way back to said parking garage, I stop at the crosswalk to see none other than nice, normal, fellow, once agian. We follow the same path and after heading over to the stairs, I decied to stop and wait until he got in the elevator to head up the stairs. I was convinced that he thought I was stalking him. Oh, well. Maybe it brightened his day to think that he had someone that wanted to follow him around. Good, then. Job well done.