The title says it all. My emotions, are a bit off the chain right now. And by "off the chain", I don't mean "A great deal of fun" or "Very attractive" as defined by the trustworthy and scholarly Urban Dictionary. I mean they are CRAY! (As in crazy, if my mommy is reading this and isn't to sure of that abbreve [abbreviation for abbreviation for all those not-so-hip peeps reading]
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| This came from Urban Dictionary, a reliable and scholarly source. |
No, my emotions could be more defined as the seventh definition given to us by Urban Dictionary. (adj) Crazy, uncontrollable, nuts, insane in the membrane; and the sentence to show the word in context goes right along with me right about now, "That lady is off the chain". Yep, I am crazy, uncontrollable, nuts and my personal favorite, insane in the membrane (insane in the brain). I'm not really sure where all of these raging emotions came from to be quite honest!
One minute I am a motivated student writing an awesome paper with some pretty great sources to back it up and then the next I'm crying in the stairwell because I couldn't get a pizza lunchable. Well, I also was sort of offended because the two ladies working at the C-store weren't exactly the nicest people to poor-little-unstable-me. So naturally like any normal person would do, I walked out and went to the closest stairwell to cry. Normal, right? Yeah, I'd think so. After a short little cry (OKKAAY it might have been a little longer than "short", but it was brief I tell ya!), I picked myself up and walked back to the library grabbing a Lemonade girl-scout cookie that was sitting outside my friends room on the way. I make it to the library with no further extreme emotional displays, and go downstairs to grab myself a cup of coffee. How great is it that I can get coffee FO free at the brary of lies?! It's pretty great, my fellow blog-readers. Well while getting this free cup of coffee, I got a little excited and filled it to the brim. You know, the very tippy-top that makes you fear for your hand while holding it? Yeah, that's what happened. So I took it like a champ and carried it! I didn't do the logical thing, which would have been to dump a little bit of it out before making my journey back to my campsite. Nope, I just trucked on up the stairs making it to the level my campsite was on with no causalities. It's on this level, however, where things get a little tricky. I start picking up my pace, thinking I can handle the last stretch. I speed walk, looking more like a baby who just learned how to walk than an experience speed walker in their late 40's. I am half way to my campsite; a little dribble to my pointer finger, "It's ok" I tell myself "You didn't need feeling in that small patch of skin anyways! Keep going!" Here I meet the distraction, another body I spot in my peripherals, they are slowly approaching. Should I let them pass me? Or should I show that I can walk like a champion with a cup of steaming hot coffee filled to the tippy-top brim? I of course choose the later! I am no failure! I push onward. Oh great, another dribble, and then a large spill and now it's not filled to the tippy-top brim any more and the remnants are left spilled on the carpet of the library. All of this happened so fast and while it spilled I slowly whispered the "S" word making it about a 10 second word in hopes that it would be unrecognizable because I hadn't really intended for it come out. Right after my attempt to butcher a cuss word that wasn't supposed to be said, I make eye contact with the other body that I had originally saw in my peripherals. He passed me, and right as we make eye contact, which was just after I finished the last second of the "S" word, he gives me a little upward turn of the edge of his mouth. Communicating that he had been watching me the whole time and thinks I am just an ant in his opinion. WELL YA KNOW WHAT PERSON I DON'T KNOW?! I am no ant!! And you are just a man trying to prove his masculinity with both your ears pierced and a very small mouth for the size of your head. And in case you're wondering, it's not working! OH? You went to a sorority formal and you're wearing the t-shirt to prove it? Good try, but I have a sorority t-shirt too and I am in no sorority FYI. I bet that shirt will end up in the Goodwill in 20 years time, so why don't you call my in 20 years and tell me how masculine you are? Good idea, I'm sure when you're 40 your ear piercings will look great on you! (sarcasm; if you, by any chance, are reading this, person I don't know). Anyways, I make it back to my campsite with only a few physical ailments and one small emotional set-back that is now fixed after blogging. I mumble a bit of my thoughts to my friend sitting at the same table and she looks up with that look you give people when you have no idea what they just said and reaaalllyyy hope they don't repeat it because you care more about the well-being of a blade of grass than what they just said. So I of course pick up on it and say, "Ignore anything I say hahaaa" And she smiles with confusion and goes back to work.
SO. This was the last half hour of my life. Exhilarating, I know! Feel free to follow me around any time to get a glimpse of The Adventures of Meg-May... or is it The Adventures of Tin-Tin...?
I leave all my loyal blog readers with false hope for carrying coffee that is filled to the tippy top brim. You can't do it! Don't try, you will only be left with douche bags starring at you and a few skin burns. BUT do turn on your U2 Pandora Radio station if you want to have something to spice up your library study life.
Do not fear if you find yourself going from motivated, to crying in a stairwell, to getting pity looks from guys with their ears pierced, to blogging about your emotions because it's the only thing you can think to do, to feeling motivated again. It happens to everyone!
Bye!
One more thing: the coffee was burnt.
