Stressor # 1. It says that my books will not arrive until October 14th. 3 weeks into the quarter. Which is pretty much midterms.
Stressor #2. How am I going to park?
Stressor #3. How am I going to get from CHEM to Embarcadero Hall within 15 minutes?
Stressor #4. How am I going to get into all the classes I need this year?
Stressor #5. I'm feeling a cold sore develop.
Stressor #6. I've gained weight.
Stressor #7. I have broken out, I have 7 large pimples.
Stressor #8. What am I going to do about this weekend? I want to stay but I don't really want to stay. I want to go home but I don't really want to go home.
Stressor #9. Nicole and I have exchanged 3 words it seems like.
Stressor #10. I need my things from home.
Stressor #11. The shower head needs to be replaced pronto.
Stressor #12. My hair is so awkward.
Stressor #13. My journal is in my closet at home and this makes me veeerrryy anxious.
Stressor #14. This house is too quiet when no ones home.
Stressor #15. I need pillows.
Stressor #16. God protect my car.
Stressor #17. Where is there a Mobil?
Stressor #18. I need Jesus and growth.
Stressor #19. Why hasn't my boyfriend called me tonight? Actually this doesn't count. He doesn't need to hear me stress. I hate hearing myself stress so I'll spare him.
Stressor #20. The radio hours, will they get done? Will I get a show? Do I have time to do it? Can I commit to that?