Pesky Pasta

So, I was actually sitting here just thinking of what I was going to say and how I was going to say it, while picking at my hair (it's a real bad habit I got), and now I'm in need of using the restroom. Why didn't I just go? Well, there's the punishment of not writing this sooner and instead acting and re-enacting how this was going to go. So, let's see if I can re-enact all that onto here.
So, the title, "Pesky Pasta." I was originally going to go with "Pesty Pasta," but learned that "pesty" isn't a word. Because then, it would've gone something like this: Don't you mean Pesto Pasta? And no, I don't, but that leads to something. I was going to talk about Pesto. Alfredo. Marinara. Cheese. What do all of those have in common? You. You over there! You've got the idea! (Note: I'm actually talking to that fine sir (or lal' lady - yes, lal' - don't question it.) behind you.). They're sauces! And what does that have to do with anything? Well, in reality, I'm not really talking about pasta or sauces, but this introduces me to go on to say that I'm thinking that I've been acting saucy lately. And then this whole scene would continue and replay for a couple more times.
Saucy. Why? Well, first off, I've been sick, so that might have to do with the bit of irritance (irritance being something like irritable but a different form) that has surrounded me lately. But, that's not to say that I haven't been happy or anything. I've just been rather bitter as of late. I've noticed it especially since I started watching American Horror Story. Oh? Yes. And that leads me to say - bathroom break actually (I can't quite handle my bladder, so pardon me, plus I think I might have a bloody nose rather soon - so in reality, a couple minutes passed and it was found that I did not have a bloody nose - and now you may cheer or whatever floats your boat in joy of my not having a bloody nose... at this point in time) - where was I? That leads me to say... Anyways... I'll just tell it another way. I started watching American Horror Story (which is actually quite a lovely show that I quite enjoy), and I started feeling a lot of maybe pent up anger, which I get isn't good, but it probably explains the whole passive-aggressive-sauciness. Why am I angry? Well, I would explain, but God forbid (without using His name in vain) I go on a rant, so maybe we'll save it for some other time (especially since I'm not completely sure if it's a singular reason).
Is my confusion obvious? Because I feel like there's no clarity or organization. Being sick is really a bummer. I do not for the life of me have things under control. This event at my school is happening soon and it's a really big thing that I want to be a part of, but I can't be sick! I just can't! Just the other night, I had a hard time sleeping (even after taking Nyquil) because I was coughing it out all over the bed. I was wondering how long it'd take me to get to sleep. How bothersome, right? Have I seen a doctor? That's the question everyone's been asking, but don't worry. I set up an appointment with the doc. or whoever for tomorrow! I hope things get sorted and I get better. Because it's really been a pain. Illness + Eye Infection + Bloody Noses = ??? That's me! Bad luck all around. But happy-go-lucky... I suppose. Things get better. Things get worse. Karma? It's a ....
Anywho... Valentine's Day is coming up this Thursday! I'm almost 100% certain that my new year's "resolution" won't come true. I don't think any guy would give me flowers or chocolates really. Why would they? Who would "they" be? I don't think anyone's really interested in me, nor do I really have friends? So, go figure. But, I shall let y'all know what the outcomes are. -fingers crossed-
So, I'm hoping to make some friends soon. I plan to apologize to that one kid tomorrow, ideally. And hope that we can be friends. I think it's possible. He seems like a lonely guy too. We can be loners together. And then also, I think me and the mail/commons desk guy can be friends. I'm making him a bracelet too. I think he knows me by now. He gave me my package today without needing my ID card, which was cool. :)
What else did I want to put here? Wellp, I know that I wanted to take about how things happen when they do for a reason. But not really. But maybe. Like, I think it was good timing for me to watch American Horror Story because if I had watched it any sooner, I probably would have been a scaredy-cat and wouldn't have wanted to watch it - therefore, not liking it as much as I do now. Maybe I was supposed to get sick now. Maybe, just maybe, things happen as they do with good reason. But then again, these things are looked in retrospect, which is also obscured. Things just happen.
Life happens.