This is me. Fuck off if you don't want to hear it.

I can't stand to be alone. I spent most of my weekends alone in high school, and I've learned that when I return to that physical state, my mental state also reverts.

Being 20 and living back at home with your parents on St. Patrick's Day is the cruelest joke life throws at you. Haha, you aren't old enough to have fun with the rest of the world, so you are stuck in your room doing school work while the rest of your friends are at a bar or house party getting wasted. This combined with the week I've had, does not put me in an awesome mood.

Hell, I'll be honest, in case you couldn't tell, I'm in a foul disposition. Don't bother talking to my Irish self tonight.

P.S. I'm listening to matchbox20. That should be your first clue. If it wasn't a tip off, then maybe you don't know me.

Spring break is supposed to bring you relaxation and a new energy when coming back to class. Yeah right. This week has been hell. US Airways lost my luggage coming home, next week there is a concert at the Kimmel Center that my job is in charge of (so I am working more hours), and my computer information science class is killing me with the work. Not to mention the two tests, and one big paper I have due next week. Oh yeah, and my research proposal and IRB approval is due by the last week in April. Have I even started...no. That's technically not my fault because our lab is focused on making sure my research partner gets finished with her project by May because she is graduating. I'm not bitter...I'd just like a little more attention for doing the same amount of work as well for something that has nothing to do with my own project.

Six more weeks til summer.