The adviser who is a psychologist.

Hi. You know what isn't fun? When you have to talk about a really bad week that you had with someone you don't know. Yup, not fun. I just had to do this with my academic mentor and, as I said, it was not fun. At all. But, she was nice at least. But, I also think that she thinks she is a psychologist because she is a high school psychology teacher. Which... sort of sucks for me... if you wanted to know. I described in vague terms why my last Tuesday was pretty horrible (which you can read about below) and why I happened to probably fail a Spanish test and turn a paper in late. It wasn't all about Tuesday though, Monday definately played its part. But, this adviser wasn't so concerned with me failing out of college. She was concerned about my relationship- quite single- relationship status. Which, I don't really want to talk about with a woman I don't know... which is the very reason why I'm not in counseling for it... because I don't need it. But, I had to be Lauren and mention that I'm retarded when it comes to boys and that is why my Tuesday was sort of my Tuesday (besides a lot of other things). And this one sentence I said about being boy-awkward must have set off a big alarm in her psychologist head and so she asks. And, I not so much explain. But, she's nice. She really is. She thinks that her asking may be helping me in some form or another... but quite honestly... I'm not so sure how much more asking I can handle. Why, why, why?! Only so much until a girl goes crazy I must say. It's been more than a month and I think I am driving him crazy... because it's just one thing after another. As much as I want to help it, I need to help it. No more! There will have to be another someone to do these things. Not so much a boy though. No boys for a while. Just friends who are girls. Two tallies under "Things that I wished worked... but in some crazy way didn't." It stops there. There won't be a third... or a forth... or a fifth. This heart is on lock down. Access denied, try again later. Yes, that's just the way it is going to be... because I'm not good with these matters of the heart... and I forget to guard it when it needs to be guarded and I take some things for granted that shouldn't even be touched. So, I wait. Not sure what I'm waiting for... but God's the only one who is going to be getting in... unless someone finds some secret hidden key which won't happen. Of course I didn't tell Miss Adviser this. I can just imagine the analysis. And, I still hear that thing that I've been hearing. I think, at least. Maybe. But, that is just something else... especially since I'm on lock down. I'll wait for a secure premise.