Calmed

It has taken me a few days to finally calm down from this weekend. It’s strange that I go through these moods where I am just frustrated at everything, and so sometimes my hypochondria makes me think that I am bi-polar but I’m not even going to try to entertain that idea at the moment. So today, to calm down, I poured back mugs of hot cocoa and blasted some Amy Winehouse till’ she could empty me of my emotions. I kinda just zoned out at my table, played around with my mug and the ring left from vigorous stirring (maybe I have Parkinson’s disease).

So Saturday I beat up my roomie. Yeah. He jumped out from behind a door at me and next thing I know, he sprawled out on the floor of our bathroom. So I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, conversed with my other roomies and their dates that witnessed the whole thing and then went back to a party. I felt bad afterward when I found out that I transformed the carribeaner on my keys as brass knuckles and somehow cut him really bad.

Sunday, I was awoken by my home teachers at like10, and we don’t have church until 1, so I wasn’t the happiest, and then to top it off, their lesson was on patriarchal blessings. I don’t have one and they found this out and immediately tried to convince me to go get one ASAP, but the problem is that I have an irrational fear of patriarchal blessings because I always think I will be found out as the anti-Christ. I realize that I am not, but I had a dream as a kid and now I won’t go anywhere near a patriarch. So my home teachers laughed for a good five minutes and then giggled through the rest of the lesson at the impasse that I am at. And then at church, everybody kept asking me if I was fine, so that means I was looking booty.

And the today, I raised hell at the Sprint store and the financial aid office on campus. My vibrate on my phone stopped working on Saturday so I brought it in today to get it fixed. I got some feeling to take a picture of the watermark on my battery to show that I didn’t have any water damage and so I did. So I took my phone in and they sent it back to the repair shop, and in five minutes I was called back to be told that my phone has water damage so I wouldn’t still be under warranty. They showed me the battery and the sensor had been tripped. Thank god I had a picture of the battery with the sensor still armed, so I basically demanded a brand new version of my phone and got a few extra goodies along with it (but now I wish I demanded the new lotus for restitution). Financial aid has been a pain in my butt for months now, and three weeks ago I was told I would receive my financial aid for last year and so I have been waiting for the check for a while now (to no avail). So I went in today and found out that there was an error on my account. This was the third error I have had in a month and basically if I don’t collect my money before March 1st, I lose it all. So I started out on the main floor talking to a simple employee all the way up to the head honcho of the place. My mantra turned into, “Give me my money.” And they tried to avoid it at all costs, but I think I have succeeded.

Now I am just sitting at the table, sipping at my hot chocolate, and letting all my stress go. I don’t know how many times I have fingered the rim of my mug but it has turned into the most therapeutic thing since… well therapy. Imagine all the money my family could have saved if they just gave me a mug instead of six months of intense therapy.