The other day I was sitting in lecture and I guess I brushed by hand against the side of my chair? But somehow I cut myself. So later when I got home I said to my younger sister "I cut myself today." To which she responded "You cut yourself? Like emo on purpose cut yourself? Or by accident?" She then went on to say "Well I guess I know what to get you for your birthday." So I made some sarcastic comment like "what razor blades?" To which she replied "No, therapy." Later I told my dad that I cut myself. Instead of asking me how I did it, he also assumed that I did it on purpose. I guess it's good to know that my family thinks that I'm inflicting injury on myself and I require therapy. So thanks family, I love you too.
I suppose the part that's slightly ironic is that it's getting to the point in the semester where everything starts to pick up. I had an in class paper to write today, I have a midterm coming up on Tuesday and I have an essay proposal along with an annotated bibliography due on Wednesday. Plus I may have just decided to do a semester abroad and that requires me doing more research as well as saving money and getting my GPA up. Bring on the stress...
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