6/4/16
Well, the diet is going OK so far... I'm having rice and beans in a few so... Yay? I mean, I've not stuck TOO closely to the diet, but the longer I've been on it, the easier it gets. Plus, my therapy visit is growing closer so I feel a bit pressured. Which is good, I guess.

Yesterday I had some GREAT CBT, though. First, I found out my sub gave me a rubbish grade on an English essay I felt great about (71% or so). I don't think ANYONE in my grade got higher than an 83%, and we've had subs all year. The last time we went over essay stuff was around December or so. Anyways, that brought my overall from 100% to 85%, which made me LOSE MY MIND BECAUSE I GOTTA HAVE A PERFECT 4.0... Everyone was mad at the teacher for throwing essays at us without teacher, and grading our formative like a summative. Eventually, after so many complaints, she took them down. But man, was that scary... And I'm worried about the essay for my final, because I felt that was worse than my other essay. My teacher didn't even put comments on what I'd done wrong, so I have no idea if I earned that C or not!

Oh, and while a few of my classmates were chatting about it, I was already stressed because of something I'll discuss in a little bit. But I'd said that it didn't help I had anxiety issues, and this one kid who'd seen my presentation on OCD said, "Ah, I can't reassure you... What's the worst thing that can happen?"
I went through it (71% on essay -> dropout -> druggie -> suicide), and he said "Okay good. See, I know what to do because of your presentation!"
Well, this made me happy that an acquaintance remembered what to do, and helped me :D

Anyways, the other stressful thing I mentioned was a 'fire drill'. Some kid pulled the fire alarm while we were taking a final, so HUZZAH! We were stuck outside, and I was stressing if I had to go to school on Tuesday to finish my French final. Thankfully, I could stay late since I had a Study Hall, and got it done.

Right, that's all the new stuff except for centipede drama this morning. Found one on the ceiling over my desk. If you've read this blog, you know I have really irrational fears of bugs. So, I started freaking out over "what if it goes in my art stuff or the computer or on the floor or on me" and all that good stuff... I ended up reading up on how to kill them for 30 or so minutes, learning fun things like that they're poisonous (kinda like a bee sting in humans), that they live for 3-7 years, and that females can lay 65-105 eggs in one go.
Wanna know what these buggers look like?
Really, really wanna know?
Here.
If you're squeemish, don't look. Unless you have a fear of bugs and can use this as CBT...