So anyway, today didn’t suck. Big news? It is if the past, oh, six days or so have sucked hxc. Yes, hxc. Squared. Here’s some of the woe-is-me-ultra-personal rambling from three days ago, before the extent of the hxc squared suckage really took full effect:

I feel weary and exhausted. I feel like I have to work harder just to get to everyone else’s level, like I have to take two steps to everyone else’s one. I feel a constant urge to just go home–all I want is to go home, as if I could click my heels together or wake up or step back through the looking glass and be a little girl again before everything went bad, when I still had older brothers who would look out for me and parents who would keep track of me, when my family cared where I was and who I was with and if I knew that they loved me.
And other things occupying my mind: it’s long been my personal belief that honesty is the best–in fact, the only–policy. But combine that with the “if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all” mantra, and I’m stuck in a moral dilemma–when it comes time for me to say something motivational, blessing, and uplifting, will I stand silent? And if I don’t, in whose best interest will it be for me to speak? And not to speak?
So after a severe level of discouragement à la George Bailey (God said, “Worse, he’s discouraged.”), I subsequently got some frustrating news the sent me over the edge to a valley of depression I haven’t felt since I was nineteen. Then came the food poisoning. And the hits just keep on coming.
Anyway.
Today didn’t suck, so, one point to the Pros column.

And now for the splattering of news and useless facts:
1. I’m going to Six Flags and Medieval Times over Spring Break next week with an old friend. I’m pretty excited about it.
2. For some reason, that same old friend can’t call my cell phone because he always gets sent to the voicemail of some woman named Jean.
3. As a direct result of the upcoming Six Flags trip, I’ve had to bite the bullet and buy a fanny pack. Yes, a FRICKIN’ FANNY PACK. I’ve been known to go on thirty-minute rants about how much I hate fanny packs. And yet, it was my only hope. It was the Obi-Wan to my Princess Leia. I tried to buy one from Wal-Mart the other day but just couldn’t bring myself to do it. So at Target today, I found two: a “waist-pack” and a “hip pack.” After a difficult decision, I finally settled on the hip pack because, if I’m going to wear a fanny pack, it might as well be hip.
4. I’m headed to Russia for a couple weeks in May. If I can find my passport, that is.

And now for must-read politics and news headlines:
1. It’s interesting to me that CNN is openly citing someone’s myspace page as a legitimate source.
2. Kevorkian’s running for Congress.
3. The sleeping girl in Clinton’s 3 a.m. phone call ad has actually been supporting Obama this whole time. Ha ha ha ha.

Finally, dismarum and I did a toast to Ben last week and I just got around to posting the picture. (See beginning of this post for more info.)

Psych is an awesome TV show and just referenced wikipedia.

Peace, love, and days that don’t suck hxc squared.