Life's a shit sandwich...

... and every day you take another bite.

Okay, so I'm a little prone to exaggeration; things aren't exactly that dire. It's just been kinda busy in my head lately.

I am perpetually behind in my readings for class, despite the fact that I'm doing homework all the frickin' time. I've come to the conclusion that there is simply more material than is possible for me to read in the allotted amount of time. And so I fudge things. A lot. I will, after all, be receiving a B.S. in biology in May. I think my degree is aptly named.

I don't seem to be doing so well on the human interaction front either: I've been avoiding the people that have been seeking me out, and the people I've been seeking out have been avoiding me. My people equilibrium (peoplibrium) is all off kilter, and if not for the grace of a few very understanding, infinitely patient friends, I probably would have already perpetrated some sort of horrifically violent crime.

In other news, I'm beginning to wonder if maybe my father has started to figure out my sapphic tendencies (slight gayitude, whatever). I was a little upset/stressed out the last time he called (a few weeks ago), and I made the mistake of mentioning that I had been seeing somebody. He, of course, had questions about this somebody, which resulted in a rousing game of Hide the Gender Pronoun until I could (oh so smoothly) change the subject. So he called again today, and I mentioned something about going to Drag Ball this coming weekend (he knows I went last year), and he was a bit too inquisitive for my liking regarding with whom I would be attending the event. All this, in addition to the fact that I'm certain rumors of my straying from the straight-and-narrow have already circulated around my small hometown's gossip mill, has prompted me to decide to come out to Dad over my spring break (which is in two weeks). I'm tired of lying, hiding, and getting slightly creative with the truth, and I'd rather he hear it from me than from someone else. So now I must decide how and exactly when I'm going to do this.

Oh, and I should probably do something about that panicked, throat-closing feeling of impending doom, too. Anybody got some spare Xanax?