Oh hello there rock bottom, nice to meet you

[exsequar]

So it finally happened. I had the threatening nervous breakdown. I started sobbing and immediately had to call my dad. He was eventually able to talk me down, and by the end I was even laughing a bit, and oh wow I don't know what I would do without my dad, but. I don't feel much better because none of my problems/obligations went away by crying about them.

The straw that broke the Anne's back was the realization that my organic chemistry notes were in the bag that got stolen. Now, what's the big deal, you say? Well. That was an entire year's worth of blood sweat and tears distilled down into 30-odd beautiful, concise, informative pages that I was going to use incessantly for the entirety of the rest of my academic career. My own personal cliffnotes to organic chemistry, if you will. It took me hours upon hours upon ridiculous hours to compile that.

It's gone.

That loss is so much more personal than a phone, or a library book, or 40 Euro.

*deep breaths* I will live. I will live.

I did tell my dad about Colin. His reaction? "That's cool." HAHAHA I LOVE MY DAD. I had to like, poke him and ask if he wanted to interrogate me about the boy, and he was like "...um, no?" so I had to volunteer information! Heeee. Oh daddy. He said that he trusts my judgement of people and that he can't protect me against broken hearts, so there's no real reason for him to worry about me. Did I mention I love my dad? Because honestly. No really.

Another amusing part of the conversation was when he casually said that I didn't really have to buy a new cell phone, did I? And my reaction was ....O.O! WHAT?? Ahaha. On a college campus (especially one with ten times as many people as I'm used to) it's practically necessary to find people you want to find. Especially when I live off campus and can't just wander to peoples' (cough, Colin's) rooms. Silly, silly daddy. And what's even funnier is that the first time I told him about my bag getting stolen, one of his first reactions was "Oh, I'll work on buying you a new iPod right away!" *laughs* His priorities are so amusing! Music >>> social interaction, CLEARLY. *g* So yeah, as soon as the Apple Ireland store starts working again, I'm gonna be hookin myself up with another iPod \o/ Probably refurbished, but whatever, I WANTS.

So um. Lab reports got some work done on them but I ran into a bit of a brick wall on the really hard one. The other one is just tedious and annoying. I. Hate. Physical. Chemistry. Too bad it's my life for the next 9 months.

Comments

[hebrew-hernia.livejournal.com]

That SUCKS about your orgo notes. Is there any way they could possibly find your bag? And do you have your original orgo notes so you could re-compile them over this summer? That sucks sucks sucks so hard. *long-distance hug*

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

I knew you'd appreciate my pain :( I'm going to keep checking the garda (police station) to see if they've found anything, but at this point it isnt likely. Often thieves take what they want and then dump the bag, but it probably would have been found by now if that were the case. I just want my fucking notes back, assholes! :(

And yes, I do have the original notes, but. You know. :-/

[tiltingheartand]

That sucks so ridiculously hard. >< *hugs tight*

(On the bright side, your dad sounds cool.)

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

It really, really does. *hugs*

But he really, really is. So it kind of balances out.

[mybabyangel.livejournal.com]

Oh no, that's awful! I know if my uni bag was stolen, it would be my notes that I would freak out over losing. Money, credit cards, all that stuff you can replace. But all the time you put into making your notes? You can't get that back. I'm so sorry.

But at least your dad was awesome about it all. I don't think mine would know what to do...

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

Yes, exactly :( I was totally fine with that whole part of it too, because I only lost one notebook and it's only one week into the year, but I had forgotten that my orgo notes were in there. Godammit :(

My dad pretty much epitomizes awesome, tbh. :)

[(Anonymous)]

Um...hi. I don't know you at all, not even a little, not even pretend. But I glanced at this post and I just had to post a HUGE hug to you. I'm so sorry about your notes. I can not imagine. ::hugs::

[neverneverfic.livejournal.com]

oh sweetie, those notes. *hugs*

i'm SO sorry. so sorry.

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

Thanks honey :( *clings*

[terribilita.livejournal.com]

Well, goddamn. I'm sorry about your notes, I can see how they'd be the priority. But I'm so glad your daddy's there for you. *hugs*

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

I have a bizarre emotional entanglement with my orgo class, so losing those notes was kind of like losing a part of me :-/ How fabulously lame, heh. But yeah, my daddy can pick me up again no matter what. Even across the Atlantic. He's super dad!

[torturedwriter7.livejournal.com]

Oh my God. I can't even believe how much that sucks. I've had similar experiences with things I've just flat-out lost, but having something you've basically slaved over for months just get ripped from you...so wrong. *Squeeze* I'm so sorry, hon.

I'm glad your dad was able to cheer you up a bit on the phone. He sounds like a lovely man.

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

It is pretty horrible. I have to keep myself from thinking about it. Meh :( Thanks sweetie *hugs*

[jocondite.livejournal.com]

Ugh, sweetheart, I am so sorry about the whole clusterfuck of having that bag stolen. The thief has earned some seriously bad karma, may his/her eyeballs boil in their sockets. *hugs*

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

Clusterfuck is right. I appreciate the kind wishes of maiming and death *hugs* :)

[foxxcub.livejournal.com]

*hugs you lots*

♥