Lost in translation

Holy crud, I can't believe how hot it is in here. I'm sitting here in my bra and skirt [klassy, I know], with the postage stamp sized window open as far as it goes. The heat is off, and it just gets warmer and warmer. Bleh.

Today was the first official I'm-all-by-myself day. I got up and piddled around on the computer while eating lunch, then showered and got my laundry ready. Since it was Saturday morning, everyone was still in bed so the room was empty save a couple girls working on an assignment while waiting for their 6 dryers to finish.

Then...I honestly don't remember anything after that. I think I watched a little tv, played some random online games and read for a bit. I had an oh-so-healthy dinner consisting of two bowls of Lucky Charms and an orange. I went shopping yesterday at April's No Frills, taking all the food that would go bad over the break. She gave me a bag of blood oranges, which creeped me out to say the least. Having never eaten one before, cutting into it and seeing the red juice was slightly unnerving.

Tomorrow I plan on going to the public library to return my books. I shouldn't take any out, because I have enough here including one that a woman in my program lent me before Christmas...but I always end up going in and browsing, just to soak up that library atmosphere. As much as I love it now, I'm sure in 10 years I won't enjoy it near as much.

And then tomorrow night is the Oscars, where crossyourfingers Return of the King will win some major award booty. I'm still disappointed that it didn't get any acting nods, but as one critic said, all the performances were so good that you can't single one or two out.

And who knows what I'll be doing for the rest of the week...I'm trying to avoid spending money, so I'm having problems coming up with ideas. I would like to go see The Passion of the Christ, and Megs invited me to go to the Mayfair to see Love Actually and Big Fish on Friday. I've seen Love Actually twice already, but I have no qualms with sitting through it again.

Monday I go to the doctor to see about getting a higher dosage of my medication. Lately I've been feeling more keyed up, and I can feel the anxiety and depression creeping up. Why did this happen to me? I'm sick of battling these demons, I just want them to go. I've been having a lot of trouble sleeping the past month or so. I keep myself up, worrying about everything and nothing. And it's just trivial stuff, it's weird stuff that I shouldn't be worried about. I feel rather vulnerable when I go to bed, so I'm afraid to go to sleep in case something happens. So, I'm going to the doctor to try to fix it. I don't know if he'll just bump my perscription up or try me on a different one.

I also have to go to the library and print off all of the assignments that will be due over the next month. If there's a strike, Blackboard will be shut down so we can't get our notes and exercises. I'm trying to prepare myself for the inevitable...I can only wish that it'll be a 3 day strike instead of 3 weeks...