an accurate gaydar, falling on a sprain, mistaken for a ditz and sarah mclachlan

What a day. I'm suddenly feeling so tired and drained, and it isn't even four o'clock.

On the brighter side, my gaydar is getting bettter than ever. Woohoo! I can now tell the difference between a cute metrosexual and a homosexual. I can even pinpoint them with conviction. I think, though, that ever since my gaydar got polished my pattern for falling for gay men has switched to falling for... hehe.

ANYWAY....

Stupid me. I fell on my sprained hand. Like it wasn't painful enough to begin with. I am such a klutz, it's so sad.

Haay. I guess the sprained hand doesn't actually help the perception that I'm smarter than how I look.

Yesterday, the whole marketing team was at UST for a talk. Something about inspiring people to succeed. Now, I'm generally nice and all, but I just couldn't help but be a bitch! Why, you say? Because these arrogant students were treating me like a dumb blonde. Seriously! Like, the wouldn't even let me touch the stupid computer. Hel-lo! PowerPoint isn't exactly rocket science, you know? I'm actually pretty good at techie stuff. Maybe it was the makeup, but I sooo didn't appreciate it. Come on. I was at the top of my class in high school, and a consistent honor student during college. Puta. Nothing irks me more than being treated like an idiot when I know I'm pretty smart. Growl.

More things to be sad about..

Have you ever listened to Sarah Mclachlan's Hold On? Pretty appropriate now that someone whom I love very, very much is actually leaving. Waaaahhh. :'( "Hold on, hold on to yourself. This is gonna hurt like hell..." It's a song about being strong. And of being left. One of my happy thoughts is leaving. And try as I might to be happy, I'm feeling somewhat selfish. Like I don't want this person to go. But I know that person HAS to go. I'm entitiled to feel sad, right?

What do you do when your solace goes away?