So, I didn't even want to write, at all. I've got so much pent-up irritation, I'm not sure what I want to do about it. Well, actually, I know what I want to do about it, but it's really hard to do. I've got 2 weeks exactly before i move out, and well... I don't want to kill any friendships before I lose my car, my room, and any pieces that would allow me to revive it. Damn. I hate being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I was talking to Crystal about how I htink my ADD is jsut a self-made physical manifestation of the apparent inability to think, which is actually just a facade for the overuse of analytical thought, after the fact. Oh yeah. I will usually appear to not use my brain for the whole time you're tlaking to me, but in fact, I'm using only a bit of it because I'm recording everything you say for afterward, where I'll go over every single movement, expression, word, tone, inflection, everything, until I get a reasonable conclusion as to why you said what you said, why you were hiding what you were really trying to say, and what, exactly, you were really trying to say. Make sense? Well...

When I get stressed, or put in a stressful situation, the half of my brain actually being used is trying to make up for the other half that is busy recording, and so... I act like a total nut. Nucking futs, huh? heh

Anyway... what was going on last night was that, I was still overanalyzing what had happened on Wednesday, which apparently, the culprit didn't even remember (I was happy for that small reprieve!) , and so... had no idea why I was being such a bitch.

Wednesday, some stuff was said that definitely shouldn't have been, that confused the hell out of me, and pissed me off because it made me feel all confused and sad and whatnot.

Anyway... so what I need to do about it is... *think* See how the blocks fall, talk to the stuff-sayer, and just forget it.

So much easier said than done... heh