Tch. I think JC is right -- there's a Valentine's Week Curse hereabouts. Or thereabouts, considering he lives in Kentucky. Hereabouts, thereabouts, everywhereabouts bouts?

This has been an absolutely horrid week, sadly. I'm being kvetched at from all sides, and it's driving me crazy, as much as some people probably don't think they are.

Of course, it's all my fault. I should quit some stuff. I'm overextended. At least, that's what everyone seems to be telling me; of -course- they didn't do a single thing themselves, naturally not. It hurts. It really does.

I've had this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach lately. It's called anger, and I keep not being able to believe how much I'm suddenly lugging with me. I don't usually get this mad, this fast, for this long, and this badly. What went wrong? I get depressed and trudge around from place to place, and I've been starting to snap back at everyone from Ms. Mayer to my mother. Maybe, just maybe, I can steal Sunday. Not that I know who I can steal it with. I don't get Saturday, either. Men's group meets at my house (probably) around noon, rehearses, goes to competition in Walnut Creek at 7:30, comes home, debates dying -- wait, scratch that last. So I'll presumably sleep for a few (read: at least fifteen!) hours. I don't get a break for a while, in essence, regardless of how much fun I think I'm supposed to have.

Tch again. I can steal Sunday away from everything. I think if I could just get some peace and quiet I could calm down and get back to school feeling positive. (It'll help that competition would be over.) It doesn't matter how much I like them -- a day (or more) away from almost everybody I know would do me good, so long as I can keep from turning into "It's not worth even trying to find me" Jeca. No, scratch that -- peace and quiet is overrated; I need to spend Sunday with someone. Not that I've got a someone to spend it with. Valentine's Day isn't precisely depressing for me because of it, just...disappointing? Overrated, maybe. I saw three people crying today and one depressed as hell; I'm thinking maybe the Holiday of Hearts is better at having the opposite effect. At least some of my friends are happy.

No, scratch that again. I -do- have someone to spend it with. Well, someone I want to spend it with. Okay...um...someone I wish I could spend it with? Two someones, which is also very bad. Sometime something will come up (*coughboatcough*) and I'll have to make a decision, and chances are I'm not gonna be real happy with the way it turns out. Feh. Well, if my schedule's completely screwed for Sunday, maybe I can grab breakfast with one of them (a specific one) on Saturday, before Chris and friends rock up at the house.

Psssh. I haven't asked someone out in so long (and never for breakfast) that I think I'm gonna go stammer over my own feet. But what the hell -- it's better than spending the rest of my life staring at a glowing computer typing depressed blogs about how lonely I am. 'Cause as we all know, if you don't try to take your future into your own hands at least once, all your whining is B.S.