icarus | You know those old popeye cartoons

You know those old Popeye cartoons? Where Popeye has the shit beaten out of him, he's just this side of losing, and Brutus is, oh, pounding his head against the floorboards -- and the suddenly he pulls out his can of spinach?

Yeah. I need that can of spinach right about now.

I have two essays left. One of them only needs a prargraph for Pete's sake.

Help me....

I'm so tired and depressed. All my hopes for school have collapsed since

wildernessguru's mom died and my language program got screwed up. I was supposed to be graduating this year, and now I'm not. I was supposed to be in my second year of Sanskrit this year, and now I'm not. I was supposed to at least have applied for Honors and now, due to a zero the quarter WG's mom died, now that's out of reach. *sighs* It's all fucked up.

People ask me about school and I just don't want to talk about it. It was going so well, before.

Current Mood: blah

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From:

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*hugs*

I don't want to get into any of the details here, but we've had a similar year in some ways, you and I. In my own life things are finally coming to the upward swing ... which hey, when you're this far down, doesn't take much. ;-)

During the worst of it, I didn't think I would make it. Even now I'm not too sure whether I'm speaking metaphorically or not. Much of the writing I did this year was most definitely a coping mechanism. *g*

I'm exhausted today for mostly good reasons, so this comment is highly disorganised, and I apologise. I just wanted to say 'hang in there' -- all the usual dreck that people annoy us with when life is hell+handbasket=utter crap, yet given the time, it's true: it does get better. Especially when things are so bad they can't get much worse.

(And the worst of it is so far beyond ridiculous I can't even use it for fic--original or fan--because it is simply not believable. The point is ... it doesn't stay that way forever.)

Woah. O.o I'm actually having a so-so day today: not one of my better, and I'm clearly more tired than I thought (re: ramblings above).

I'll leave this message regardless (feel free to delete if you wish) because it IS a sincere attempt to offer you a shoulder. *hugs again*

From:

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I'm so sorry for you. Believe me, I know what it feels like. Any advice I could give you would be pretty much useless, I think, so I won't. Just, take it easy. *offers tea and sympathy*

From:

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I know how depressing it can get when your schedule gets messed up. I was only two quarters away from getting my AA when I had to stop going to college because my dad had a stroke and I had to move in with him and work full time. Then I joined the Army after he was better and really got derailed.

When I started back to school after I got out of the Army it was almost overwhelming. Here I was, trying to get back into the swing of things, and failing my classes because I was trying to do everything at once. But then I realized, everything in my life had led up to the point where I was at. If my dad had not had his stroke, chances are I never would have joined the Army and had the experiences I did. If I had not joined the Army, I wouldn't appreciate my classes, and have the practical knowledge to apply to them, that I do now.

And I realized that, even though I failed my first quarter back at school, it wasn't the end of the world, even though it felt like it. Because sometimes shit just happens, and all we can do is take a deep breath and dive right back into the mess that has suddenly become our world.

I was supposed to graduate this Spring, but the college I transfered from messed up my transcript, and so I have to take make up classes to qualify for my BA. This means I'll be graduating in Aug or next Fall. It made me angry and depressed, because I had worked so damn hard to graduate this Spring, and suddenly it was yanked out from under me.

But I think, sometimes, we have to simply take a step back and ask ourselves, what can I learn from this experience? What can I take from this to make me stronger, to advance myself so that when I do graduate, I will be even more prepared to tackle whatever may come my way.

So I guess what I'm trying to say, in my stupid, rambling way, is that even though you got derailed in your schooling, maybe it's not a bad thing. You were able to take Sanskrit again, and this time it seems it was a bit easier for you, so that maybe when you take Sanskrit 2 it will be more manageable and not so hard. You were supposed to graduate this year, but you can't. Perhaps this will give you even more time to find a great job that you will love?

I know this was long and probably not very helpful, but I just wanted to say that I know how you feel, and I'm sorry things aren't working out as they should. But perhaps, in the end, it will work out even better than you thought. Good luck, with everthing.

(((HUGS)))

From:

tty63.livejournal.com

*hugs*

I can't offer much, just sympathy. I know where you're coming from - I'm in my 3rd faculty - Science, Engineering and History. I think I finally got it right with History, but it's been a tough 4 years.

Here's an assortment of music (http://download.yousendit.com/E880BB7D760BFA81). I'm not sure what you like, so I'm sending a variety and with any luck you'll like something.

Good luck on the essays. I hope life starts treating you better. *more hugs*

From:

beledibabe.livejournal.com

I am so sorry that life's beating you down! ::sending strength::

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*huggles*, *Hands tea/coffee/beverage of choice* *wraps in a comfy, soft blanket* and *huggles* again. I hope your day gets better...

From:

barbana.livejournal.com

*hugs*

From:

ansku

I'm in a bit of the same situation, only with my own health being the messing-up factor. All my classmates graduated a month ago and here I am, struggling with homework that would have taken me two days tops to finish a year ago. It's hard to stay motivated even with stuff I used to like.

I hope it will get better for both of us. *hugs*

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Well, shit. I'm sorry. And I don't even have a can of spinach for you.

Wait, no. That's not, strictly speaking, true.

***

Dean had been rearranging things in the trunk for several minutes when Sam came back over to the car.

They'd hit a Costco for the first time in God only knew how long and now Dean had a fucking crate of jerky that had to be wedged in there somehow, along with maybe twenty five pounds of chocolate. And some bean dip. A lot of bean dip.

Sam was carrying a huge-ass can of something in one hand and one of those really good baked chicken things that are about a foot long in the other.

"Hey, you didn't get one for me?" Dean was honestly offended. If there are foodstuffs available that are bigger than his head, it should pretty much go without saying that he wants one.

"This one's yours. I kind of ate mine on the way. Here, stick this in there, will you?" He handed everything that he was carrying to his brother and made to get into the impala.

"Allen's Popeye Chopped Spinach," said Dean, reading the label. "Sammy, what the shit is this?"

"I'm needed it, okay? Just stick it in there."

"There's no fucking room. Why do you need seven pounds of chopped spinach? Are you getting weird about fiber again? Because, I swear-"

"No, it's kind of a present for somebody."

"Spinach sucks as a present, Sam." Dean eyed the two inches of spare room in the trunk and tried to imagine how the hell he could fit it in there. He took a bite out of his chicken thing.

"No, it's... it's kind of complicated."

"Ooo are ooo gibbing id doo adyway?" Dean asked, barely recognizble through the wad of chicken he was chewing.

"Uh. My, ah, freshman year at Stanford I got kind of homesick and I went to this bar and um, it's just for a friend, okay? Can you get off my back for a second?"

Dean shut the trunk with his elbow. "Yeah, sure, whatever, princess," he said, swallowing, "But there still isn't any room. You have to hold it on your lap."

"It can't go in the back seat?"

"Back seat's full of M+M's and canned meat."

Sam looked back over his shoulder and, yeah, true enough. "Okay, fine," he said. And then, as they were turning back onto the main road, "Um, but we're going to have to backtrack a little bit northwest to drop this off."

"What." It wasn't even a question.

"Come on, Dean, we just took the entire morning off so you could buy a metric assload of meat and now you won't go a little bit out of the way for me?"

"Fine, northwest it is. But spinache is still a crappy present."

"Meh, I think she'll like it."

***

Okay. There is your can of spinach. Shortly to be hand delivered to you. Plz, enjoy. And don't eat it all at once, you get sick.