I know how my mom feels now every time she complains about noise (or music). Silence is golden, platinum gold even. It's not even noon yet and I'm already here at the study center, reading. The only sounds that are completely soothing to me are the whirling noises of the printers and the hard drives in all the computers. Is that a little geeky? It's the only type of white noise that I don't mind listening to. Sometimes I wish I'd be able to concentrate with music on or be able to tolerate being in crowded places. Last night was unbelievably annoying. I'd have to correct myself about the last statement, I also wish I could stand obnoxious people without having the feeling of wanting to smack them in the face.
I'm just yammering on about nothing important. The idea of a bed sounds really inviting right now, maybe a sandwich, too. I have the SAEP interview in 3 hours and my anxieties are numbed right into my arms. I hate worrying and worrying about worrying. I can't just "chill out". There's tension in the temples of my forehead, neck, shoulders, everywhere. Hanging by a thread at school right now is tiring. I want something solid and concrete. Sure adaptation to change is purely natural, but can't things be consistent for a little longer?
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