Weird day.

This morning I had a small victory because the story of when I hardcore wiped out, slid down bus stairs and on to the ground on my back in 8th grade is no longer told by that bus driver during bus safety briefing. However, Katie made sure that nearly everyone on the bus heard it anyway. But I'm no longer an official example of improper bus safety, and that, my friends, is a step up.  

I went from that victory into emotional distraughtness because I found out that two of my close friends broke up. I think I had a worse reaction to it than they did. My lack of mental preparedness for that threw me over the edge and I spent the duration of my bus ride to the library for Co-op texting in all caps and just generally freaking out (by myself, on a city bus, the words "I'M IN WORSE CONDITION THAN AT THE END OF SEASON 2 OF SHERLOCK" were texted). About two and a half hours later, I had almost completely come to terms with it and regained emotional stability, realizing that it's pretty much an ideal break up, that things probably aren't going to change much, and that I was being irrational. I do sudden change wonderfully, you see *sarcasm*. I need to suggest that people give me time to recover (not at school or alone on city buses) when they give me unexpected news because when I lose all rational thought during the occasional emotional outburst, it's not pretty. Heck, one of the recently broken up people tried to comfort me. That's not suppose to be how it works.

This brings me to the part of the day when I realized when my Co-op teacher dropped by the library to visit me that she may or may not ship QHD and me. In the first thirty seconds of visiting me, she brought him up and informed me that his Co-op placement is legitimately across an atrium from mine, the perpendicular wall to the library. I wasn't expecting that, either. Literally a stone's throw away, taking into account my lack of upper arm strength. I have a theory that the entire universe just ships us for the humour of the situation. Should be interesting, both spending afternoons in that proximity to QHD and being part of my Co-op teacher's suspected OTP.

I also think that my bad childhood OCD may be reemerging, which I hope isn't the case. #dayofthemillioninitialisms

And that, folks, is basically what sums up my weird day. May your day be less fraught with weird than mine.
Hearts,
-J-