my current bi-polar state of being....

The past week or so sure has been a bit of a rollarcoaster...one minute I want to cry, the next minute I want to punch someone in the face, the next minute I'm having a nervous breakdown, and then finally, for a brief period, I'm on cloud nine. I'd blame the extra levels of hormones I'm now putting into my body each day (thanks to Temple's Student Health Services' lack of Ortho TriCyclin LO) but I just started taking them. They can't have an effect that quickly can they?

But anyway, the route of my bi-polar like state is simply confusion. Nothing seems to be working out right. The Best of Style party last Thursday that I went on ranting about for the past month turned out to be a bust. Absolutely no one famous was in attendance. Just a bunch of drunk socialites and wanna-be socialites with fake boobs and fake tans and a whole lot of chemical-injected faces. It was a cool experience nonetheless but still my expectations were way too high. And did I mention that I had to wrap my stomach with ace bandage because my dress was so tight that it actually ripped in the ass at the end of the night?

Moving along, I was supposed to start moving into my new place next week but my landlord informed me today that they now have no idea when it'll be finished. So not cool. I need to move in by Aug. 1st which is only 2 weeks away and I also need to have all the utilities set up before then. If the house isn't done sooner then then 12 people will have to move into the one building at the same time. I smell a disaster. So much for getting out of my current shit hole asap.

The cherry on top is the fact that I've had to work 3 days in a row at Smoothie Junction. I don't know what it is about that place but everytime I step foot in there I suddenly want to jump off a bridge. Perhaps it's having to spend hours dealing with rude/retarded customers, digging into hard ice cream then having it all up your arm, jamming a stick thing in the blenders so the smoothies will actually blend, constantly cleaning the floor which is forever covered in sticky sugar water, repeating a million times what the difference is between a "smoothie" and a "fruit freeze" and that you dont have mangos, the chocolate yogert is coming out watery, and you're all out of grape nuts, and filling the up the fruit, ice machine, and yogert machine every five seconds. Having free delicious frozen treats at my disposal once seemed like a perk but after a year and a half, it's not so exciting.

I'm planning on going down the shore for 2 days next week with my friend and I'm afraid that if it doesn't work out I may have another mental breakdown. This summer is going by rather quickly and I'm just trying to make the best of it while I can. Maybe I should just forget my financial obligations and relocate to sunny Mexico for the remainder. Adios! Hasta luego!

Note: I've never taken Spanish.