Crying
again this morning. Afternoon. Whatever. I feel like a wreck...on a happier note, have an internship to apply to. It's for this place that does interfaith work, and that's really important. Also they need some tech stuff, like website updating. I do interfaith work AND I'm a comp sci student who works as a webmistress. Match made in heaven, right? yeah, anyway. They don't actually ask for letters of reference, but I'm going to ask Victor and possibly Professor Tjaden for some anyway...can't hurt.
Also I have no idea how to write a cover letter or a resume, so I'm looking it up online. Oh God, real-life skills...I suck. I freaking suck at life. Also I'm crying but I don't feel anything in particular. I mean, I kind of do, but not as much as I should. Maybe? I used to be very in touch with my emotions, but now I'm just...not. I blame the drugs. They made my emotions all...different. And now I don't understand them anymore.
Gotta study for math, gotta study for math...oh, God, this is really not a good time for me to be all flipping out or whatever. Stupid brain. Hmph.
Oh well...just gotta keep on going...