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embarrassed, some Scrubs chat, and my final decision
G'day all! How are you all doing? I could be better. I really could be. More on that later. Today, poolagirl mentioned that it was Talk Like A Pirate Day. Boo-yah, ya scallywags and all of that. I could go for some rum and Jack Sparrow. So, today was crappy. Economics. The test was crazy hard, though I fared okay. Though, I made the mistake of having a diet coke and then a iced Italian Soda back-to-back. French. It was great, but then, like... about 10 minutes towards the end of class, my bladder was really full and I didn't wanna leave while she was talking, so I decided to wait until she dismissed us. So, I'm trying to deal with not peeing my pants, when that's exactly what happened. I'm hoping nobody noticed, because luckily, it was clear urine. But still, it went on the floor and I cleverly used my backpack (now having been drowned and cleaned in the shower and sprayed to death with air freshener all over and now drying, somewhere in my room) to most of the stuff that got on the floor and tried to let my pants absorb what was still on the chair. Thank God for the backpack, otherwise people probably would have noticed. I just wish I had asked to go to the bathroom and not waited. I'm still upset and embarrassed about the whole thing. I mean, yeah, it was basically clear water, and can't be traced to me, but I got out of the classroom asap and went to the nearest bathroom. I mean, dude, who wets their pants nowadays? What am I, 3 years old? I mean, it's more of a pride issue then the actual idea of people noticing. Well, that too. Why did I have to mention this? Because, I needed to get it off my chest so I can move on with it and this is the most express way to do. I'm still upset, and it's been about 2 hours. I feel sick to my stomach. What I should have done was gone back to the classroom and cleaned up the ground and floor but my mom was waiting for me and she was working so I didn't want to be more of a burden. And, no one else knows about this. I'm just... embarrassed. I guess it's just my pride that's hurt because I'm a proud person. I expect I'll laugh about it later. At least that sort of thing happens to a person once in their life or so so we all know how it feels. I just hope no one brings it up. EVER. That's one of those things I can't talk about. I actually started to cry since I've gotten home. It's just.. that sort of thing really shouldn't happen to me, especially at almost 20. But, it's in the past, Hakuna Matata, and there's no use crying over split milk. So, right now I'm torn between my KP feelings. Should I fight for a season 5 or should I just leave it alone and move on? I mean, there are pros and cons for both. I mean, I'd feel more loyal to the series if I was fighting, but the con to fighting for season 5 is the very idea that somebody else may work on KP and not Bob, Mark, and Steve. I mean, they've went on to Nickelodeon (to do separate projects, well Bob and Mark together, and Steve alone). And, I'm happy with how the series ended. I'm just dealing with saying goodbye and the grief that comes with that. Plus, I'm ready to move on with my life. I'm about to turn 20! That signals a new chapter in my life. A new decade. Not that Kim will be thrown from my life completely, because I still love the Backstreet Boys and Nick Carter even though my love of them was climaxed in between 2000 and 2002. But, like, I'm ready to go onto my next life-stage, and if I have to go back and give up days of my life to go watch another season of KP (as was the custom, I gave up an entire day to doing just watching KP), I dunno how to react. I'd be upset. I mean, the series is over, I'd love to see a season 5, but IF AND ONLY IF Bob, Mark, Steve and other KP folks were on it. I couldn't watch if it was done by someone else (I would but it wouldn't be the same thing). I mean, a movie would be great, but not another season. I guess I have my answer. I probably won't be a fight for fiver. I've been expecting me to have a epiphany of S T D-epic porportions where I'm like, "I love this show, so I should fight for it," but it's not happening. So, I guess I won't. I will fight for boxsets, which is easiest for me. So, I watched some space stuff last night. About Gamma Ray Bursts (if that happens, we're fucked) and the Sun. I was so intrigued by that. So, Season 6 of Scrubs is fun. Carla has post-partum depression and no one knows. I'm also waiting for my season 3 box set to arrive today. It'll be here prolly later today. Good times. I also put a number of NSync songs onto my iPod. Why? Because for some reason Turk in S6 of Scrubs was dancing to Bye Bye Bye with everyone. LOL. So, I've got to read the next chapter of my Econ book and study for my first françois examen. Thought/Quote of the day: "Lady Kimberly, Sir Stoppable, and Mistress Monique, wonderful to see you again. Join me in a rousing warm hug, please!"-- Ashley Possible-Benlove, attempting to be British, Kim Possible: Catching Up by myself, December 2006 Word of the day: variable Hakuna Matata. The AW/AB Countdown to my 20th Birthday: 36 days, 23 hours, 14 minutes!! |
