Monday was as cumbersome as usual, and Tuesday seemed to last forever, but things didn't get interesting until Wednesday.
Wednesday I took my final test in Music of the World, which I probably scored a low C grade on, followed by a miracle in the form of finishing my ePortfolio in a lot less time than I expected. I was so ecstatic I actually hugged the person sitting next to me. Math was as foreign as ever.
I was feeling pretty good until later that night when one of my roommates hurt my feelings really bad. That stung.
Thursday was slamming. I got a pretty decent score on a test, and I was set up on a blind date that turned out to be freakin' amazing. Then while talking to Heather after I divulged a little more than I wanted to about my past, which spilled over to feeling awkward on Friday, which was filled with free money and free food. The institute dance was amazing, filled with dancing and sweating and men and friends and laughing, which carried over to some rad hanging out at Denny's with Jana and Aubrey.
Today, however, has been less than stellar. I woke up aching all over, including a stomach ache, and half-heartedly got ready for work, which lasted far too long. I dragged my broken, achy excuse of a corpse back to my apartment, where I ordered a pizza because I was hungry and too tired to cook and watched "You've Got Mail" for probably the 15th time. After watching half of a Wallace & Gromit movie, I slept for about an hour and half before resuming it.
To add a shitty cherry on the worst cake ever made, I got in a fight with my best friend because I've been stressed out of my mind and it's making me act weird, and a guy I went out with last week who creeped me out basically harassed me over text for a half hour before bidding me adieu forever. Let's hope he means it.
I still feel like hell, and I'm hoping tomorrow will be better.
I can't wait to go home.
Keep it real readers.
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