It smells like up-dog in here...

What's up-dog? Not much. A lot. A little. Who knows? Most recent new things with me...I cut my hair again. I cut about four inches off a week ago. How many people have noticed? Four. Callie, my Mom, my sister, and my partner in Self Defense class. Maybe guys just don't notice these things. But the change is quite pronounced, if I do say so myself, so it's surprising that more people haven't noticed. But that could be a want of attention speaking. I got a new watch band so the watch I got for Christmas actually fits now. I can wear the watch without worrying about cutting off the circulation to my hand. I went and saw Wild Hogs. It was hilarious. I have a crap load of work to do every week until the semester ends in early May, and I have to find a biologically-related summer job or volunteer opportunity in order to graduate next May. And I can't decide whether I'm mad, sad, depressed, or just generally down. I cried myself to sleep every night this weekend - Friday night, Saturday night, but probably not tonight. What's wrong with me? My parent's are arguing again, and I'm finding it harder and harder to remain quiet or at the very least un-biased. When I hear them argue, all I want to do is run in screaming and tell them both to either get along or play alone. But that's not the only reason I'm down, and truth be told I'm not sure what the main reason is. Am I genetically susceptible to depression? Yes. Am I suffering for lack of love or attention or laughter? Possibly, but not in all three areas. Listen to me drone on and on. I've got work to do.