Yikes, yesterday I had a really bad day. One of my professors was in an obviously bad mood and decided it would be a good idea to pick on me. If only she knew...that sort of thing really gets to me, I wish it didn't but it does. Then the moron behind me wouldn't shut up about how bored he was and how much he hated the class and blah blah blah. I wanted to turn around and tell him to shut up and get the hell out if he didn't like it. Then a guy cut me off when I was on my way home and he came so close to hitting me. I was so scared that I cried. It took all night for my heart to stop racing.

Anyway, today is going a lot better. The "pleasant face" thing isn't necessarily making  a huge difference as far as how people react to me so far, but I can say that it makes me feel better about myself. Sometimes I forget though, and as stupid as it sounds it takes a lot of effort for me to remember to do this. Next thing I'll try to do within the next week is try to smile and make eye contact. The the thought of it makes me nervous.