JesusfuckingChrist I'm stressed.

As if Nashville post-rush hour traffic brimming to the top with fucking idiots who can't drive worth a beanie baby wasn't enough, my mom is in that mood where everyone else is an idiot who dosn't know what they're talking about and she's the only one who knows what's right for everyone. Example: My dad brings home military retirement, which I'm not going to get into exactly in detail, but suffice to say, it's not that bad of a deal. Apparently he can't spend his money they way he wishes to; it's mom's decision as to what he can spend or not, like he's a 58 year old child. Fuck. Otherwise replacing my now officially burnt out laptop would be a lot easier... as it is, I'm going to have to take out a loan (because god damnit, I really want to take notes by typing them, my slow handwriting has led me to lose so much information that ended up on tests... and I really need as many A's as possible in my last year (hopefully my last, though I think mom thinks I want to stay in undergrad another 5 years.... ehhfuck, more stress).

I think I might have had a panic attack on the way to my parents' house... but I don't know because I've never had one before, at least that I know of. What happened was that I was VERY... well, it felt like a bad kind of mild electricity was flowing through my body, my face felt like it was vibrating, and I was breathing heavily, and it all tapered off into a really shitty jittery sensation. So I don't know, because that doesn't sound like your "classic panic attack scenario", but, well, blah. It happens sometimes.

Blah. Maybe today was a bad day to go down to my parent's house... maybe I should've stayed in bed.