Where has the time gone?

So...

I've been avoiding the computer.

I'm scared to check my email because I honestly haven't touched it in a week.

I lost the hard copy of my college essay which I wrote on a friend's computer, and he had to wipe his computer clean so it no longer exists.

Plus I'm so burnt out on staring at a computer for yearbook that all I want to do when I get home is watch Iron Chef or a random movie, but I can't. Because I have homework. And I've been overcome with the need to spend time with my little brother.

So...

Hopefully I can get back into the swing of things soon. I'm going on yet another field trip Thursday to the Dallas art museums and I'm hoping that after that I can find time to write, send out letters, and start planning a secret Santa exchange.

I have to admit though, due to Facebook I don't really feel like I'm neglecting my blogger friends :)

*Edit: I've sent in a college app. I can't handle this. I feel happy, but nervous.

Also, if you have time visit this site!

"Just because boys kiss you doesn't mean they like you."

The above is some sage advice from one of my college friends.

I was talking with her at a football game Friday and I was just asking her about her classes and whatnot when my friend Hang walks up and sits down next to us.

Hang is awesome, but as soon as she sat down the conversation veered from academics and professors to boys. And girls. And the fun stuff that you can do in college.

As my college friend divulged her various exploits we all leaned in and ooh-ed and awe-ed in jealousy and fascination at her experiences, even if they were cringe-worthy (and some of them really were).

After perhaps 10 minutes of chitchatting the woman in front of us turns around, her face contorted in distaste and said, "You need to turn the smut down. It's starting to get really bad."

And we were all like:

And my friend was like, "Okkkaaaayyyy." And we promptly moved to the colder, remote part of the football stand that only the "cool" 13 year olds and pot heads sit at.

Honestly, if she didn't want to hear anything offensive she shouldn't have sat in the student section. Also, after a few minutes of observation I realized that her son was a band student. Why is this observation important?

I don't think she realizes the amount of "smut" that her son engages in that is actually a million times worse than anything she heard while eavesdropping on our conversation.

What makes it even funnier is the fact that my friend didn't even say anything that explicit other than the fact that frat guys get pretty rowdy.... The really explicit stuff she mimed. And unless that lady had eyes in the back of her head then I doubt she really had any reason to scold.

Worry

I think one of my friends may be bipolar or schizophrenic. And I’m not jumping to conclusions or anything. Year after year I’ve watched her slip deeper and deeper into her mental state and I’m honestly worried about her.

She’s been diagnosed with anxiety problems, but I think it’s more than that. I have anxiety, and whenever I get really bad I shut down and want to cry. I don’t want anyone to talk to me, touch me, or even look at me. She gets argumentative. She can go from loving a person and thinking that they’re awesome to loathing them because they merely expressed worry about her. She thinks that people are constantly out to get her and she can’t handle everyday situations like stress, deadlines, minor confrontations, or multitasking. She’s not empathetic towards others, which makes them feel frustrated towards her.

I don’t know what to do. I don’t want her to hate me, but I also want her to get help. Maybe I should suggest she talk to a therapist/psychiatrist so she could vent to someone other than her friends? Would that be pushing it?

Because when she’s happy she’s great, but once she gets upset she gets violent and has uncontrollable anger. I’m worried about her.