my life is weird

time is an invention of men incapable of love; paris 2010

Most of my life is sort of a train wreck. I once started crying in the middle of the Cougareat because I can't eat pizza. I am unable to do any kind of homework unless the sense of impending doom from not working overcomes me. All I know about the upcoming presidential election is that there are between two and eight candidates, and everyone I know hates at least two of them. I cannot cook rice, I have literally ruined it at least ten times. Even with a rice cooker. I work too much and I take too many classes at the same time. I'm writing a research paper on the benefits of exercise, but I have not exercised beyond walking to school since July. 

But honestly, life is good. I have a healthy, happy relationship with a man who doesn't care that I'm weird beyond all reason and do things like cry about pizza and ruin all rice. Actually that man is currently out of cell phone service until Sunday, dang it. *Note: you might think that having him in my life would cause me to do worse in school because I have less time for studying. I am happy to report that this is not the case, and when he is gone I still do very little studying.

I really like my job. I love the people I work with. I am good at it. My hours are more flexible than anyone I know. My biting sarcasm and inability to interpret human emotions is thought of as "hilarious" and "charming" instead of "extremely disturbing" and "horrible," (which terms, by the way are probably more accurate; the people I work with are not particularly sane either).

School is hard. And I hate it most of the time. But I really enjoy learning, and although the college lifestyle is certainly very difficult, there are a lot of good things about it. For example, a basketball game is more epic than Braveheart, which by the way I recently saw for the first time and although it was VERY edited I am forever scarred. 

My life is absolutely bizarre, but you know what? At least I'm not the roommate who lays fully clothed on the middle of the bedroom floor to sleep and, when asked, what on earth are you doing? mutters, "Yeah yeah, I just fell off my unicycle."

Love,

Lizzy ;)