Migraine.

I hate migraines.
I hate them even more when nothing you do eases the pain.
But I guess it's not all that important right now.

Classes start this Monday; considering how badly housing fucked me over, I'll be lucky to get into even two classes this semester.
That's still two classes full of people with whom I really won't converse. Two courses that will be too simple to BS; two rooms in which I won't bother to stand out.
I just can't seem to really connect with anyone--is it my fault I'm not a party person because any group greater than 3 people makes me nervous, or that my world (as small as it is) doesn't revolve around drugs/alcohol, parties, or sex?

Wake up.Go to class.Come home.Stay up until ~3 AM.
That's all I'll be doing the next 4 months.

College is a great place for a lot of people, but for me it's a trigger for depression/heavy binging/obsessions and compulsive behavior/self-destructive behavior/overall great times.

Oh, and my sarcasm levels shoot up around this time as well.

Maybe if I'm lucky I can find a job somewhere to pass the rest of the time that should have been taken up by class...but I don't know what I could possibly find that would allow me to stay out of sight. Everyone seems to want help to work out in front: I can't even manage to sit in the front of a classroom for an hour--what makes them think I would want to be in the front of a store for 4-8?