How Evaluative!

Feeling kind of gross. Not completely distraught any more but just kind of weird.
I'll probably be despairing again soon.
I'm not at the first class of the semester. I had to leave at around 11:30 to get there by 1 and it was at about 11:20 that I stopped being hysterical which wasn't enough time to get ready. This makes me think that I really should move out so that it doesn't take an impossibly long time to get to Uni but recently I've had a hard enough time going outside, let alone moving to another place completely. This is why I'm not going to look at a house with everyone today. I don't want to say that I'm too scared to move out and they'll have to find someone else. Hopefully they won't get this one and I won't have to worry for awhile. I know it sounds ridiculous but I don't want to live near Mt Eden Foodtown because I associate it with myself being miserable. My mum said that I should stop worrying about moving and just stay at home.
Eugh, this MaxFactor ad is gross. I don't want to accentuate the curves of my lips.
My mum thought that maybe seeing my old friends would cheer me up so I talked to Katie but she was really upset about having a fight with her kind-of boyfriend and not liking uni, so that was unhelpful.
Oh, a text from Tim. He says, "New postcard! Best postcard."
I would feel weird if the only communication I had with my mum was via postcard.
The other day I was talking about how I like my neck and Tim said he doesn't like anything about himself and then apologised profusely for being maudlin. I said he had good ears and then he told me to look properly and it turned out one is higher than the other and the... you know the top part of your ear that curves around? Yeah, somehow the middle part stuck out more than that. Then I said he had quite good teeth and it turned out that one of them was totally fake. So I gave up on that.
One of my Facebook friends got engaged today. That was weird. They'd just been on a bible study trip across the north east of America. That's not something that I'm ever going to do.
I hope one day I like someone that much.
"I think Clel has food poisoning. He keeps vomiting in public. I want DNA results!" This made me laugh.
Clel is tiny and angry and ginger. He drives a ridiculously oversized car. He invited us all to his end of semester performance where he sang a song about how his friends are ugly and all girls are stupid. He is in a band called Milkshake Cowboyz and always tests out microphones by saying I'm Gay into them.
He's gone all yellow. Tim is taking him to the doctor.
Stupid Tim, being all nice. He's always all nice to me and it's dumb because I want him to be a dick so I can just hate on him and it would be great. But nooo he's all, Having a better day today? and Do you want me to just leave you be? and I don't even care because I'm a spazeface.
I'm glad that a ghost whisperer has never come up to me at the farmers' market and told me that I'm not alone.
I've been panicking for a whole month today. That's a long time. What a poor use of time.

I might write more blogs.