Turns out “my sad sighs” is actually “at maths and science”.  Stupid Scottish accent.  So that is not relevant at all.

ANYWAY.

I’m just here to report on a small Sad Sigh.  I’ve had a nosering for, like, 5 years now.  See:

So I’m used to it, right?  Except that apparently the other night I rolled over violently on that side of my face OR SOMETHING because now I have a cut inside my nostril and a bruise surrounding the cut from the nose ring.

Yes, that’s right, I injured myself in my sleep with my own nose ring.  My friends know that I’m very prone to falling down randomly, dropping glasses, and generally being awkward, but apparently I’m also capable of hurting myself when I’m dead asleep.

Shit happens when it’s cold, midnight, and ABC.com is making you watch the same Suave ad in between those moments on Lost where the music gets really loud to indicate a commercial break is coming.

I guess the upside to all of this is my usual fatty self hasn’t been in full eating mode, as it usually has been. Feeling hunger is sort of rare, and when I do feel it, sometimes it just switches to nausea. Even if I’m hungry, and I start eating, I find it difficult to finish, but pick on my food because I know I’ll probably be hungry later - and then I’m not. It sounds a bit dramatic, but it’s not, I’m eating enough. It’s just weird because I really like eating, and my “I eat what I want” attitude has led to some weight gain. Now, I’m down to my college weight and my muffin top jeans are too big. I need a new belt. Or, a new wardrobe. Or, I just want to be able to eat like normal again, even if normal = gluttonous. Because what’s the point of eating if you can’t even enjoy it? The only good thing about it is my double chin has lost some prominence. Woot.

Speculation abounds! What could have toppled the former Smith’s lead singer, responsible for lyrics such as “I’ve a shyness that is criminally vulgar” and “life is a pigsty” and “life has killed me”?

Grace: Do you think sorrow brought him down?

Kristin: I think he collapsed under the weight of his own tears.

That’s right!  We know what made Morrissey collapse!  And let this be a lesson to you all as well.  Sadness has its price!  IT HAS ITS PRICE.

As I walked, tuning out the world, I noticed this guy walking slowly somewhat ahead of me. He was older, walking with a limp, and wore a fanny pack. I decided it would be rude for me to brush past him, so I just minded my business and we basically started walking side by side. At that point, I decided enough time had passed to make it impossible for me to go faster without it being obvious that I was trying to get away. No need to make a decision though, as the guy, despite my headphones, remarked loudly and proudly, “I’m keeping up with you!” I gave a polite chuckle. “We’re walking at the same speed. But I can’t go faster because of my heart.” I didn’t know what to say, so I kept walking next to him. We reached a corner and I made like I really wanted to stand at a Don’t Cross light even though I wanted to continue around it like him. When I looked and didn’t see him walking, I realized he had sat down at the bus stop. The light was nowhere near changing, so when I determined he wasn’t going to turn around to see me, I hoofed it past the bus stop for half a block to the next light. And broke into a slight sweat.