One thing is for sure.

My life is never boring.

I woke up about 5:30 this morning because I had to go to the bathroom.  While I was awake, I realized that my right forearm, where that mysterious "spot" I mentioned yesterday is, hurt.  Like, down to the muscle.  Now, y'all know me.  I am a bit paranoid.  I am not a very calm person when it comes to possible medical problems.  (I can't decide if that's understandable considering how many real medical problems I have had, or weird considering how many real medical problems I have had.)  I was panicking.  All I could think about was MRSA, and OMG what if it's a MRSA infection, and not again, and NOOOOOO I HAVE TO GO TO NASHVILLE!!!!  In retrospect, I'm fairly certain that satan was thoroughly enjoying preying on my weakness at that point. But somehow I finally got back to sleep about 6:15.

Around noon, I called Mom to get her opinion, and she said as long as I didn't have a fever and nothing started oozing out of it, to just keep rubbing antibiotic cream on it.

Yeah, I tried to go with that, but like I said, Mal? NOT CALM.

I didn't have a fever with the staph in my foot, and I didn't have a fever with the staph in my lungs.  With the staph meningitis, I had a fever of almost 101 according to my thermometer, but not by the paramedics' when they picked me up.  I started taking my temperature and sometimes it would say 100+, then it'd say 98+, then it'd say 99+, and then it'd say 98 again, so I have no idea whether or not I actually had a fever.

Do you think thermometers can sense panic?

So I called Mom about 8623 times before she actually called me back, and I decided to go to the ER because my neuroticism and paranoia was not going to let me get on a plane to a different state without knowing whether or not I had a MRSA infection growing on my arm.  The only thing worse than getting admitted to the hospital is getting admitted to the hospital 12 hours away from home.

I called an ambulance because of course every friend I have either doesn't have a car or was not on campus this weekend.  I told them it was not an emergency because I could walk and breathe and wasn't bleeding an all of that.  One of the paramedics was very nice, one of the paramedics was very cold.  Thankfully, the nice one, Alec, was in the back with mean and the not-so-nice one was the driver.  Alec was cool.  He asked me about school and my major and what I want to do after I graduate and all sorts of stuff.  And he was really cute, too. :)

This was the fastest ER trip possibly ever in the history of the universe.  I was back in my dorm in under 2.5 hours.  Apparently, it's just a minor skin infection, but it's really good I caught it now because it would only get worse and deeper.  They gave me a prescription for an antibiotic, but by the time I got out, all the pharmacies were closed and there's this dumb rule that because I was already discharged they couldn't give me anything.  Which was lame, but I guess I get it. ;)  I certainly wasn't going to bill another $200 to get a shot.

Campus Safety came and picked me up.  Yay small schools.

I still need prayers, though.  They drew a circle on my arm around the infected area, and the doc said that as long as it doesn't spread, then I can still go to Nashville, but if it spreads outside the circle by Monday morning, I have to go to the hospital.  That's why Mom and I really wanted me to get some antibiotic tonight, but there's nothing I could do.  Elizabeth is taking me to the pharmacy as soon as it opens tomorrow.  Please pray that the 4 doses of antibiotic I will get tomorrow will be enough to keep it from spreading before Monday.  I don't think I need to tell you how badly I want to be okay for this trip, or how much it means to me.  Y'all know, y'all know.

So yeah, that's the deal.  Thanks for praying.

#1 thing I never thought I'd say...until now.

I CAN'T WAIT FOR MONDAY!


Seriously.  Those are five words you probably think would never come out of the mouth (or fingers) of a college student, but hey, I have a pretty good excuse.  Also, pretty sure this is going to be the longest weekend OF. MY. LIFE.  Time seems to move so much slower when you're waiting for something.

I stayed up way too late last night.  I really should not have gotten in that argument with that guy, and definitely not for that long.  He was not worth the missed sleep.  What can I say?  I'm a politics nerd, and I have a hard time backing down from a fight. ;)  So I didn't get in bed till after 12:30.

Aside from the fact that I got so little sleep last night (less than six hours is little for someone on the medications I'm on) today was good.  Fridays are basically always good.  I got up, went to French Lit, went to get some breakfast because I'm out of cereal in my room, came back to my room and ate, took a 3.5 hour nap, got lunch, and basically spent all afternoon working on my part of the Psychology project.  I had to have it done today in order to give Chris, the guy in my group, time to complete his part before it's due on the 9th.  Since I'm not going to be here next week, I had to have it done now.  He came by about 9:30 and picked it up.  I am SO glad that's out of my hands.  It's one less thing I have to worry about.

I have this spot on my arm that I'm pretty sure is a bug bite, but I don't remember getting bit by anything.  It looks and feels like a bug bite, though.  And I really wish I had Benadryl cream to put on it.  I know, you were just dying to know that.

My cough is almost entirely gone.  Hooray for that.

Okay, good night.  Because yes, even though I took a 3.5 hour nap today, I'm still tired.  Good thing I can do that.

P.S. In approximately 60 hours, I'll be boarding my plane. :)

It's midnight.

It's midnight, and I just finished my homework.  Not because there was a lot of it, but because I'm crazy and decided to spend two hours at dinner with Elizabeth, to listen to music, and to procrastinate instead of doing my homework.

It's midnight, and I have to get up at 6:30.  I think I'm just going to skip washing my face this one night and just brush my teeth and go to bed because 6:30 SUCKS.  I know, I've mentioned that a time or two.

It's midnight, and I'm all wound up because I just finished dealing with one of those "Obama's not a US citizen" arguers, who called me a "silly cunt" and then complained that Chris (whose Facebook page was where this was happening, and he was taking part) and I weren't having a civil argument. (See also: It's midnight and I just finished my homework.)

Aside from previously mentioned idiot, today was good.  Heck, even with him, it was good because I find people trying to act all superior and obnoxious and self-righteous when their arguments are totally not legitimate (because, ya know, normal people don't consider lies legitimate) hilarious.

Oi. I need to go to bed.  Tomorrow's Friday! I only have one class because Psychology is cancelled.  I'm going to French Lit, taking a nap (see also: It's midnight and I have to get up at 6:30), and then working all day on my part of the Psychology project that I have to have done by tomorrow night and had all week to work on but haven't started yet.  Oops?  Oh well, it's not complicated, I'll get it done.  Besides, tomorrow means I'm one day closer to Monday and Nashville! :)

Can it just be next week already?

Ugh.

Today was rough.

I can't stop coughing, which is I suppose is a good thing because it means all the crap in my chest is breaking up and moving, but makes sitting through class without interrupting the teacher or having everyone stare at you rather difficult.

There's so much to do and not enough time to do it. But that's college.

On the upside, I got a 100 on my next Algebra test.  I have a 99.47 in the class, which I find hilarious.  The only reason I'm taking this class is because when I'm done I don't need any more math credits and I always appreciate an easy boost to my GPA.

Mom texted me tonight and asked me if I was getting excited about Nashville. Like she even had to ask.  I wrote back "DUH!!!!"  I've had a countdown on my wall for almost two weeks. :)  I think satan is trying to attack me, though, because I'm having to fight off being all worried that Holly is going to oversleep on Monday and not pick me up on time and then I'll be late to the airport and what if I miss my flight and ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! GO AWAY SATAN! I am going to stay excited!!!

For now, though, I'm going to suck on a cough drop and go to bed because being sick drains all the energy right out of me.  Which is not good timing considering the previously mentioned 'so much stuff to do, not enough time to do it' conundrum college students, including myself, live in.

Okay before I start rambling, I'm going to get off here.  It's late and I can't *hack* stop *hack* coughing!

I constantly thank God for modern medicine.

Sure, I thank God for it when, ya know, I get staph meningitis and doctors do brain surgery, take out my shunt, pump me full of kinda dangerous high-power antibiotics, put in a new shunt, and pump in some more of those antibiotics to bring me back to normal with literally not one lasting side effect.

But also, I thank God for it when a shot of steroids, some steroid pills, and an antibiotic can make a huge difference in my breathing in just 24 hours.

I can already tell I'm getting better today.  I had to go back to the infirmary because they wanted to check my lung capacity again.  There's this thing called a Peak Flow test, where you breathe really hard and fast into this tube and it pushes this little piece of plastic up.  The better/harder you breathe, the higher it goes.  Yesterday, my breathing was really bad.  Bad enough that this guy wanted to send me to the hospital. Now, granted he's not the sharpest tool in the shed (and I have had a lot of experience with him), but still.  My Peak Flow numbers were almost back to my average.  So yay for that.

Dr. Steegar let me suck on my cough drops in French, which was a big help.  Usually he doesn't want us having gum or anything in our mouths because, well, it's kinda hard to speak French properly like that.

I can definitely tell I'm sick, though, because all I want to do is sleep.  And that is not possible.  This week is so crazy with assignments.  But I am SO thankful that this week is crazy because that means that next is NOT crazy.  Looking at what my professors have planned for next week, the only big thing I'm missing is my Econ test, and I've already talked to Dr. Steckbeck and he's totally okay with me making it up the next week.  And those nifty little syllabi that professors give out let me know what reading I'll miss and I can catch up on that.  Everything is really working out.

Can you tell I'm excited? :)

It's a good thing I went, then, isn't it?

Late last night, I decided I was going to the infirmary today.  It's been three weeks since this cough started.  For a while, I thought it was just allergies because my asthma gets affected when my allergies are messed up, and my house during Spring Break was dusty, and it's March in North Carolina so the pollen count is ridiculous.

Then, Friday night I actually started (TMI alert) coughing up thick green hunks of mucus.  That is my #1 sign that I have a respiratory infection.  This happened all weekend long, and I just couldn't take it anymore.

I made it through French Lit, which was surprising since I had to give a presentation.  Afterwards, I went to the infirmary, and over the next 90 minutes, I got a steroid shot in my butt (fun!), a nebulizer treatment, and prescription for a Prednisone burst and an antibiotic because, surprise surprise, I have a respiratory infection.

I'm so glad I went today.  I HAVE to be back to normal by Nashville, which is happening IN A WEEK!!!

I missed Psychology because I was stuck in the infirmary, but I made it to Water Aerobics, so that's a success.

And now I'm going to sleep because, well, my chest hurts like crap and being sick drains your energy.  I'm thankful I get to sleep in tomorrow.

This goes out to all the Tarheel fans.

To every Tarheel fan who ragged on NC State and Duke for getting knocked out of the tournament, I have this to say:



Oh and also: NC State, a #11 seed, lost to Kansas, a #2 seed, by 3 points.  North Carolina, a #1 seed, lost to Kansas by 13 points.  Just sayin'. :)

Aside from sports, today was filled with lots and lots of homework.  That's a complete shock, I know.  Since I was up past 2:00 last night, I slept in till 10:30.  I got up, ate, messed around on the computer a bit, read Econ, took a shower, turned on the Kentucky/Baylor game, read more Econ, read Psychology, created my notes/presentation for French Lit tomorrow, watched the UNC/Kansas game, ate some more, got caught up on my French blog (note to self: do not get behind again! writing six French blogs back to back is not fun), and watched NCIS.

I'm going to finish this episode and go to bed.  On to a new week!

8 days to Nashville. God, please let my chest clear up and get rid of this cough before then.  Please.

Sorry if I worried you.

Well, gosh, y'all.  A girl leaves her blog for a day, and people think somebody died or something!  Haha, no, it's sweet that people were concerned something happened.  Well...something did happen to my mom (see previous post), but that's not why I didn't blog yesterday.  I didn't blog because I went home for the night and didn't feel like packing up my computer for a less-than-18-hour trip.  It was the right choice, too, because at no point last night would I have used it, and we left early this morning.  So yeah, that's all.  Sorry I didn't put up a post beforehand. ;)

Holly woke me up at 8:20 this morning because she couldn't get back to sleep and wanted to know if I wouldn't mind leaving early.  She was sleeping on the couch because she didn't want to get Mom sick, and apparently it's not the most comfortable thing to sleep on.  It was actually a blessing that she decided this, because I had a LOT of work waiting for me back here at school.

Once I got back here about 11:00, I did what I always do on a Saturday, eat, shower, do laundry, and homework homework homework.  And the sad part is that the only homework I've done today is get caught up on my French Lit reading.  It's taken me basically all day and I still have almost two pages to go.  I need to get back to that, then shave, so I can get to bed at a decent hour, so I can get all the rest of my work done.

I think I'm just hormonal because it's, ahem, "that time of the month," but a major wave of homesickness hit me all of a sudden this evening.  I don't even remember the last time I got homesick.  It's probably just a combination of I'm worried about Mom, stressed about school, and hormonal.  I know.  I'm weird.

Okay, back to work.  Yay college.

Family Time

(written and posted on Saturday)

I came home for the night tonight.  Holly got someone to cover her shift at work, and we drove down to Swansboro this afternoon because the family was having a dinner for Mommom's birthday.  It's a really fast trip; Holly has to be back at work tomorrow at 3:30, so we're leaving in the morning.

The dinner was delicious.  My uncle steamed oysters and clams, which is one of my grandma's favorite things to eat, and he grilled chicken and beef kabobs.  I ate some of all of that.  Plus, there was salad, and rice, and broccoli.  I ate salad, and actually completely forgot about the rice and broccoli.  But it was good, because there was also cake.  Best food I've eaten since......well, since I was home for Spring Break, haha.  Seriously, though, a college student will take any excuse to get a home-cooked meal.

We hung out outside for a while after dinner, and let Blake run around in their soccer pen with a ball.  It was so we could get him all nice and tired. :p  Holly got in there and played with him.  I sat and enjoyed the fire in my uncle and aunt's fire pit and roasted a marshmallow. Then, I remembered I don't like roasted marshmallows.  (Smooth, I know.)  Then, I tried something I've never tried before, and I realized that I had just found a gift from God in food form.

NUTELLA


I know, what took me so long?!?! I wanted to say "Well, hello, darling, where have you been all my life?" (Okay, maybe not.)  When I go grocery shopping at the end of the month, I am DEFINITELY buying some of that chocolaty, hazelnut-y goodness. Yum.

Now for the not-so-good news.  Mom found out she's got Pernicious Anemia, which is when your body does not absorb Vitamin B-12 properly.  That explains why she's basically done nothing but sleep outside of work for weeks.  So she'll be getting shots for the rest of her life, weekly for a while, then monthly once they get her level where it needs to be.  It's also genetic, and her dad's mom's dad died from it, her dad's mom had it, her dad's sister has it, her dad might have had it but they don't know because he was never tested.  It's yet another auto-immune disease, which isn't all that surprising since we've said for as long as I can remember that Holly's the only one with a good immune system in this family.  (Ironically, she's sick right now.)  So yeah, if you could pray for a restoration of health for her, and for peace and strength because I can tell she's worn down and angry about all she's having to deal with health-wise on top of everything else right now, I'd really appreciate it.

I have nothing to say.

Today included French, Economics, and lots of pain.

Really bad pain.

In lots of places.

Pain that made me have to focus all my energy on not throwing up or crying.

Needless to say, sometimes it sucks to be a girl. (And that's only part of the problem today.)

Thankfully, this will end soon.

On to tomorrow.  Yay Friday.  Yay Wolfpack vs Kansas game.

Music is SO my love language.

This?

is Jenny and Tyler.

They came to Campbell this week.  They're a couple of musicians, and they played at CUW this week.  I've never actually regretted not having to take CUW anymore....until now.  Why?  Because they happen to know these people.

Surprise, huh?  (sarcasm)  They actually live across the street from Taylor & Bruno.  I first got "introduced" to them via The Vespers' podcast when they had Jenny & Tyler on as a guest.  I tweeted them a couple times during that, and it was really funny because Tyler mispronounced my twitter name on air.  But that was it, we never really talked after that, though I did check out their music on their website.

Well, Bruno told me about two months ago that they were coming here, so I knew I wanted to introduce myself to them.  CUW is at 10:00, which is the same time as my Psychology class (which is why I couldn't go), so I went into the auditorium when I got out of French Lit, because I figured they'd be doing sound check.  They were.  I just walked right up to the stage and I said, "Hi, are you Tyler?" because I couldn't see the face of the guy standing up there. (I've never been shy, what can I say?)  He turned his head and said, "Yes." so I said "Hi. I'm Mallory." And he said, "Oh, are you THE Mallory?"  That was not what I expected him to say, so I just kind of paused, not sure what he meant.  Then he said, "From the podcast!"  And then it was cool.  Haha, I couldn't figure out if the Vespers had told them something about me or something.  But yeah, after that it was all very cool.  We talked and I told them about me and how I knew the Vespers and got that picture (above) because, hey, they're just adorable and I love pictures.

It got really cool when I explained to them why I couldn't come to see them, because of class and everything. Tyler just randomly said, "Well, we'll play you something right now."  And then they did.  And it was ridiculous.  Meet Jenny and Tyler.  The song is called "Song For You."

I recorded it on my phone, so the visual quality isn't stellar, but the audio is great.  Like most good musicians, they sound even better live.  I didn't want to take up too much of their time, so I left after that.

Then I ran into them in the dining hall (not surprising at all) and we talked for a minute, but I had to get ready for Water Aerobics so it wasn't long.  I'm still so glad I got to meet them.

And then, another cool part of the day?  Pam (from French class) has CUW, and as I was getting out of Water Aerobics, she texted to ask me if I was out of class because she "had something to show me."  So I met her back at my dorm and she gave me this.

AKA Jenny & Tyler's CD.  It's SO GOOD.  Check them out.  You can actually download this CD plus three new songs FOR FREE on that website.  AND they have a new CD coming out April 3rd, which is funnily enough, the same day The Vespers' new CD comes out.

Dude.  Have I said recently just how much my life freaking ROCKS????

Because it does.  It really, really does.  I know some ridiculously cool people.

Rare things happen.

This school just keeps getting better and better.  And yes, this time I'm actually being serious.  Y'all know how much I love this place, no matter how much I can complain about it.  Tonight I had dinner with a guy I met at the debate.  His name is Alex.  He was actually one of the debaters on the Republican side.  It was truly fantastic.  (No.  He has a girlfriend.)  We spent the entire time talking about politics, and I also found out that he did my internship program in DC last year, which was just freaky. I think a big issue with politics and people who like to talk about is the fact that people seem to think that someone disagreeing with them means that they automatically hate them.  It feels nearly impossible to have a civil political debate with someone who is on the opposite side nowadays.  That was one of the most interesting conversations I've had in a long time.

Plus I got to have a 20 minute conversation with Matt today, which is a ridiculously hard thing to do as of late, since he's all I-grew-up-and-graduated-college-and-then-went-and-got-myself-4-jobs-so-I-have-zero-free-time now.  Good thing I kind of like that kid. ;)  I really love how he's still my best friend even though we talk so rarely now.  Because we know we love each other even though life has put us in different places now.  That's real friendship.  I'm so grateful that I am finally secure in us.

Plus I got to have lunch with Ryann, which is also rare, because she is also incredibly busy.

Plus I got some really good sleep last night, which is also rare, because I've been sleeping like crap pretty much all the time.

Plus I saw a guy wearing a Wolfpack shirt in Chick-Fil-A, which is rare (the seeing someone wearing Wolfpack, not seeing it in Chick-Fil-A), and I (not loudly) yelled "Go Wolfpack!" at him.  I wasn't even thinking and got really embarrassed when he turned around, but he just smiled and laughed and did this little fist pump motion (except not in the cheesy way like those weirdos on Jersey Shore).  Awkward moment avoided, which is also rare because, well, you know me. :p

Yay happy things.  I'm tired now.

I feel like my head is spinning.

This is why I shouldn't stay up till 12:30 watching basketball.  Because then it takes me time to fall asleep and then 6:30 comes reallllllllllllllllly early.

French definitely keeps me awake, though.  My presentation went great.  Dr. Steegar initially was teasing me because I had so many notes, but since I made copies for everyone, it went way faster.  I do admit, though, that there was a lot of notes!  I couldn't help it; I'm so indecisive I couldn't figure out what to cut.  And it was only one page front and back...10 point Arial font...half an inch margins... ;)  Then he was teasing me about a dang typo, and I swear, if I didn't know how much Dr. Steegar loves me, that would have been REALLY aggravating.

Then, I copied stuff from our book for Ryann because her book still has not come in yet.  Then, I tried to go sign up for a housing appointment but the line was literally all the way from the second story, down the stairs, and across the first floor, and I had class in less than an hour so I was like, uh nope, coming back later.

Then, I went to Psychology.  I had a bit to hang out before class started, so I talked with my project partners about our group project due on the 9th.  Then we had class, and I only started falling asleep in about the last 5-10 minutes.  I was impressed with myself.  Ha!

Then I went to lunch and went back to my dorm to get ready for Water Aerobics.  Then, a freaking gigantic thunderstorm rolled in, and after talking about it with a girl in my class, I called our professor and found out he was canceling class anyway.

Then I got my rain boots on to go back across campus to sign up for housing.  I got outside and the rain had STOPPED.  It was bizarre.  It didn't rain the 40+ minutes it took me to get there, wait, and get back.

Then I came back, remembered I had an online graded test in Econ due yesterday that I didn't do, tried not to freak out, called my professor and found out it would barely affect my grade at all, stopped freaking out, did French homework, fooled around, ate, fell asleep at my desk for about 20 minutes (I think), and fooled around some more.

Then I watched THE CREEPIEST HOUR OF TELEVISION OF MY LIFE.  Pretty Little Liars had its season 2 finale tonight and it was INSANE.  That show is so good.  It looks like just another "teen soap" at first glance, but it is written so well.  It's just incredible, and SO deep!  And then I talked with my friend about just how creepy it was.

I talked to Mom and found out I actually have to go home Friday night for my grandma's birthday dinner, and am coming back early Saturday.  Super.  The good news is I'm not going home for Easter, because I fly back from Nashville on Friday, I found a Raleigh friend who can pick me up, and then I need to be here on Sunday to finalize our Psychology project since I'm gone that whole week and it's due Monday.

And now I'm exhausted.  I'm watching Castle, and then I'm going to collapse.  It's been a long and crazy day, as you can see.

This gives a whole new meaning to the term "butt hurt."

I have spent the past ELEVEN HOURS sitting in this desk chair.  I basically have not gotten out of it except to go to the bathroom.  Even to get food, I just slid my chair right over to my food closet.

My butt hurts.  TMI?  Sorry.

But seriously.  I am so tired now.  At least I got all my work done, though.  Not too bad, considering I'd be up now watching basketball anyway.  And there were definitely breaks in there, but I just did not get up from this chair.

Speaking of basketball, y'all,


The Wolfpack are going to the Sweet Sixteen!!!!!


:)  We, the #11 seed in the Midwest Region, beat Georgetown, the #3 seed.  Yay yay yay!  We play either #10 Purdue or #2 Kansas on Friday.  They're playing right now, and currently Purdue is up by 3 with under 2 minutes left.  I hope Purdue wins; one, I love a good upset, and two, they'll be way easier for us to beat than Kansas. :D

Also, this video makes my heart happy.  How many teams get this kind of welcome home at 9:00 on a Sunday night just because they made it to the Sweet Sixteen?  I wasn't kidding when I told y'all about Wolfpack Pride.



Also, something really cool happened with my Nashville trip today.  I've told y'all about Angie Smith before...I get to meet her!!!  I tweeted her about my trip, and she's actually in town that week (her schedule is crazy with all her traveling), and she said she'd love to meet me at some point that week!  I'm so excited to get to see her and give her a hug after almost 4 years of reading her blog!!!!  What a blessing.  That trip just got even better.

Today was nice.  God is so good to me. :)

Oops?

I have done absolutely nothing of value today, except my laundry.

I have no idea how that happened.

Well...sleeping until noon might have had something to do with it.

That and this dang basketball that I just can't turn off.

I think I'm just going to go to bed after this last game (that I don't actually care about but for some reason feel that I cannot miss) and then get up early tomorrow.

And by early, I mean like...9:00.

And trust me, that's early for me! Especially on a weekend.

I fear that my severe lack of the morning-person quality is going to be a hindrance when I actually have to get a real job.  But hey, if my mom, who is an even worse night owl/insomniac than I am, can be a teacher and get up by 6:30 every day, then there must be some hope for me, right?

Right?

Oh by the way...Sláinte!  That's Celtic for "cheers!" and I only know that because my British brother Paddy (who's got Irish in his blood) told me that earlier tonight.

For those of you who aren't a fan of foreign languages, Happy St. Patrick's Day. :)

Not quite sure when this happened.

Matt was teasing me, in the loving way that only he can, earlier this week because I was so excited about State's bid to the NCAA tournament.  I quickly reminded him that I don't really care about any sports except for NC State sports, and my love for the Wolfpack runs deep.  He doesn't quite get it because he's one of those rare guys who basically does not care about sports at all, but he knows me well enough to know that my love for all things Red and White is longstanding.

State (#11 seed) played San Diego State (#6 seed) this afternoon.  And we won by 14 points!  That means we take on #3 seed Georgetown on Sunday.  Most people I know (even Carolina fans, GASP!) expected us to win today, but the game on Sunday is going to be much more difficult.

A super weird thing happened in the tournament today.  Two #15 seeds (Lehigh (from PA, I'd never heard of them before, either) and Norfolk State (Virginia)) beat two #2 seeds (Missouri and Duke) and knocked them out of the competition.  The last time a #15 knocked out a #2 was 2001...and it's only happened four times before today.  So it happening twice in less than three hours?  That's just bizarre.

So yes.  I've been watching a lot of basketball today.  I'm not quite sure when my appreciation for non-Wolfpack-related sports showed up, but it seems that I can't help but watch the NCAA tournament every year...even though State hasn't been in since 2006.  I don't know why.  I'm such an enigma sometimes.

Also, I painted something.  I've mentioned how completely NOT artistic I am, right?  Because I'm not.  At all.  I can't draw a straight line.  But I won a Memorial Box from Linny and I decided that I wasn't totally fond of what it looked like, so I was going to paint it.  I am certainly stubborn, so once I decide I'm going to do something, I do it...no matter how disastrous it may turn out to be.

before

after

It's Wolfpack colors. :)  Fitting, no?  It's not totally done yet.  I need to do touch-ups tomorrow, but I got tired and frustrated.  It's kind of messy, but it satisfies me.

Oh, and also?  Campbell finally turned on the air conditioning tonight!!!  Hallelujah and praise Jesus.  If it weren't for my two fans going 24/7, I would've melted weeks ago.  That was so aggravating.

Yay weekend.  I don't have a ton of homework to do for a change.  That's nice.  Just some reading and a mini presentation on Victor Hugo for French Lit on Monday.  Totally doable.

I'm going to eat a snack and go to bed.

Same ol' thing.

My head.  It aches.

I actually got some sleep last night, which was a big plus.

The only out of the ordinary thing that happened was Uncle Ed came to campus for a Trustees meeting so I got to see him and I gave him the address and information to mail the check for my internship.

It's blazing hot outside.  And Campbell will not turn on the freaking air conditioner.

TV, work, food, shower.  Not in that order. That's what my life after classes consists of.

The Wolfpack play their first game in the NCAA tomorrow!  Yay.

Yawn.

People are funny.

Did I mention it's hot outside?

So tired.

Good night.

Go Wolfpack!

Dumb Rocks

Heh. A direct quote from the end of my blog post yesterday. "On to tomorrow.  The longest day of my week. I pray I get some good sleep tonight, I've been struggling with that as of late."

Stupid, stupid me. I really shouldn't have said that.  I should've known saying that meant I would be up half the night.

I didn't fall asleep until after 1:00.  Insomnia.  Yay.

My word, today was long.  Wednesdays are long every week, but especially so when I'm this tired.

French was super fun today.  I laughed until I cried a couple times, thanks to my stellar translating abilities.  Case in point: In a very Romantic poem, "dumb rocks" should have said "silent rocks".

I had dinner with Ben tonight, which was very nice.  He's very sweet and friendly and polite, and we haven't talked much since high school up until this whole election thing.  Just another example of how different life is now compared to high school.

I would've been asleep hours ago if we hadn't had a dorm meeting at 10:00. But now it's over and I am going to go collapse.

G'night.

A donkey and an elephant with a camel referee.

Tonight was "The First Annual Campbell Times Debate" here on campus.  The Campbell Times is the school newspaper, and they hosted a debate between the College Democrats and College Republicans.  I didn't participate - I'm not usually very calm when talking politics, and I figured I'd end up embarrassing myself.

What you have to understand about Campbell is that probably 90% of the student body leans to the Republican side.  The College Republicans have pretty much taken over the campus, including the Campbell Times.  What I've been told is that the entire thing was set up by a certain Republican who basically wanted to publicly humiliate the College Democrats.  So I figured that, knowing that, my temper might get the best of me.  I'm not exactly all that rational when I get really mad. ;)

The four debaters from the Democrats spent a lot of time preparing for it over the past two months, so I knew they'd be fine.  I wasn't worried about that.  I was worried about an obnoxious crowd who, believe me, wants nothing more than for us to disappear.  I was worried about the previously mentioned Republican who has been out to sabotage us since day one.  We may all be college students and legal adults, but most of the people on this campus simply suck.  And let's face it, no matter what age group you're dealing with, it seems to be getting more and more difficult nowadays to find people who can discuss politics calmly and actually listen to the other side.

I'm not going to get into another politics rant tonight.  It's past 11:00, and I don't want to drive away any of the few readers I actually have.  I just want to say that I was actually fairly surprised.  There were some low jabs by the Republicans, but not nearly as many as I expected, and all eight of the debaters were very respectful.  (The aftermath on Facebook is a different story, but I saw that one coming a mile away.)  Plus, I got to see a bunch of my friends, and got to meet and chat with one of the Republican debaters who was very nice and friendly.  So it was fun.

On to tomorrow.  The longest day of my week.  I pray I get some good sleep tonight, I've been struggling with that as of late.

Excuse me, I have to go collapse now.

How am I still awake right now?

My already early wake up call was made worse by the fact that my mother decided to text me at 12:20 am, just as I was FINALLY about to fall asleep.

French was normal.  Surprisingly Dr. Steegar did not ask questions when I told him I was "going to be out of town" the week before Easter.  I was afraid he was going to, and then I'd have to explain, and then he'd get mad.  And angry Steegar is not pretty.

Then Psychology was canceled because my professor was on her way back from Disney World, which meant I got to take a two-hour nap.  Which was awesome.  And also probably the reason why I'm awake right now.

Water Aerobics was fine.  It wasn't quite as fun as usual, mostly because the girl teaching was super quiet, but I spent a good deal of time talking basketball with Kerry and Blake and the professor, so the time passed quickly.

Then I went to the post office and got my (hopefully last) new retainer and the Memorial Box I won from Linny.

Then I have no idea what I did for the next couple of hours, except listen to music.  Then I ate dinner.

Then my friend Morgan whom I have not seen in ages texted me and said she was making a Walmart run and wondered if I wanted to go with her.  Which was kind of perfect because Amy was going to take me later on anyway, but her day was busy so this way she didn't have to. Plus, I got some time with Morgan in.

Then I came back and unpacked all the crap I bought and watched Pretty Little Liars.  And then I organized some school stuff.  And then I watched The Bachelor: After the Final Rose (I have no idea why).  And then I helped a guy I only know on Twitter from The Vespers with a book I haven't read in like five years.

And now here I am.  And I'm about to fall over and I still have to get ready for bed.

Oh yes, school is definitely back in session.

Sweet

"Sweet" is one of my favorite adjectives.  I use it a lot, and not just to describe food or people.

Sometimes, it means something similar to "awesome."

As in, today was pretty sweet.

Carolina lost the championship of the ACC Tournament. While I'm not exactly a fan of the Florida State Seminoles, I'm a big fan of anyone beating Carolina, and I think it's nice that they won the championship for the first time in school history.

My beloved Wolfpack got a bid to the NCAA Tournament for the first time in six years, with a coach who is only in his first season with us.  This means our chances for redemption this season are still alive...especially because we're in the same bracket as Carolina.  What Mark Gottfried has been able to do with this team in one year is just phenomenal.

I got the HECK out of my house.  Not only is Blake still sick, Mom woke up feeling "like death," and I cannot afford to get sick, especially with my trip in three weeks.  Plus, Chelsea is...Chelsea, and she pretty much makes me want to punch her in the face every time she opens her mouth, so it was best for both of us that I left.

I'm back at school.  With my friends.  On my own.  Able to take care of myself and do what I want and need without anyone bugging the crap out of me all the time.

I'm probably the only college student on the planet who is happy to see Spring Break end, but it is what it is.

Now whether I'll still feel this way at 6:30 tomorrow morning is a completely different story.

This quote applies to so many people.

So Mom and I watched 48 Hours: Hard Evidence for a good portion of the night.  I love these crime shows, and I know I've talked about this show before.  But anyway, that's not the important part.

On the last episode, a lawyer was accused of killing his wife.  Everybody and their brother thought he did it, including his own family.  His story basically boiled down to him saying everyone else was lying.  All three of his ex-wives who said he was violent, the co-worker of his wife who said she took pictures of the wife after he beat the crap out of her, the detective had it out for him, the cell phone records were wrong, everyone else was at fault.

His defense attorney did his job as best as he could, but from what was shown in the episode, he didn't seem to believe him either.  He advised the guy not to take the stand in the trial, but the guy wanted to.  When the TV reporter asked if he advised the guy not to take the stand, his reply was, "Yeah, in not so nice words. I believe exactly what I said was 'You are so arrogant and unlikable, you're going to blow this."  Which is funny enough by itself.  Then the show cut to a clip of the prosecutor saying what I think is one of the most clever things I've heard in a long time.

"He thinks he's the smartest man in the room, no matter what room he's in."

I just love that.  Like, really.  It's been stuck in my head.  Adding to the effect was my mother saying "Oh, are we talking about Newt Gingrich?" (But that's beside the point.)

Seriously, though, that guy reminded me of Chelsea.  Not the murdering part, obviously, but his "perpetual victim" mindset and how everyone in the world was out to get him.  She's been ranting in that way for days, how "she can't do anything right" and "Mom doesn't appreciate her" and "she's trying to set Chelsea up to lose custody" and all of this other nonsensical crap.  It's not really any different than the stuff she's said for years, it's just been more evident the past few days.  Probably because I'm never home to deal with her anymore and because I want to get back to school so badly.

Blake's really sick.  Poor thing.  And I'm wondering how I'm going to get back to school tomorrow because Mom doesn't trust Chelsea enough to leave him with her.  And a grandmother just shouldn't have that kind of problem, you know?  But that's our family.  And now I feel guilty for being worried about getting back to school instead of only worrying about Blake.  Sigh.

I don't even want to get started about the game today.  Long story short: NC State lost by two points and I blame the refs for it.  Here is an article that basically explains why.  Whatever.  Dear Tarheels, I hope those Seminoles wipe the floor with you tomorrow, like they did earlier this season.

So glad Spring Break is over tomorrow.

Today went by quickly.

Today was pretty much a waste.

Blake's sick.

Mom doesn't feel well.

I still haven't decided if I'm sick or this is just allergies.

I slept, and I slept hard.  It felt good, too.

The good news is the Wolfpack beat Virginia, so we're going to the ACC Tournament semifinals tomorrow.

The bad news is that we're playing Carolina.  Facebook is going to be fun.

So glad it's almost Sunday.  I can't take being in this house with Chelsea much longer.

I have no idea how I can be this tired still, but I am.  Good night, world.

Talk about surreal.

Holy crap.

This is really happening.

I just booked my plane ticket to Nashville.

It took FOR-FREAKING-EVER because apparently American Airlines likes to lie about their prices and what they told me was a $186 flight was actually going to be a $255 flight, so I had to start all over in my searches.  Plus, Mom wanted to check all the sites and all that and I was trying to take both Mom and the band into consideration (because I didn't want to make the band get up at the crack of dawn the morning after a show to get me to the airport).  And she had to think about how Chelsea and Blake would get to work/daycare because she's also planning to get out of town that week because that's her Spring Break.

So it was a long process, but it worked.

It worked.

I'm going to Nashville.

Sorry, I keep repeating things because I still have a hard time believing I'm getting on a plane (in the middle of the semester!) to go see three music shows.

My flight leaves at 12:15 Monday afternoon, and I get to Nashville about 3:30.  Then I leave Nashville at 11:00 Friday morning and get back at about 3:15.

I am thankful that Holly can get me to the airport on Monday, which means Mom only has to worry about picking me up on Friday.  I'm also thankful for the fact that on both of my layovers (both going there and coming back), the terminal my plane lands in is the same terminal my next plane leaves from.  That means I don't have to worry about my directionally-challenged self navigating my way across big airports.

This is really happening.  Holy crap.

Taylor already told me that he and/or Bruno would pick me up, and I'm staying with Callie and Phoebe and their family, which means I'm totally going to be taken care of.

I'm sure that once the day arrives, my high-stress self will be freaking out, especially since I have never flown by myself before, but for now I'm just SO FREAKING EXCITED.  Too bad I still have 25 days to wait.  I'm sure once I get back to school, it will fly.

This is really happening!  Yay!

Have I mentioned how crazy but awesome she is?

I had no idea you could sleep till noon, not do anything till almost 5:00, and be about-to-drop exhausted at midnight.

Until today.

Between 5:00 and 11:00, Mom and I went to Bojangles (yay!), Belk (because we hadn't been to the one in Jacksonville yet!), JC Penney, Shoe Carnival, and Food Lion.

That doesn't sound like much, but when my mother gets on a roll, she does. not. stop.  It's amazing how much she can buy in a short amount of time, which is especially funny since we don't exactly have a lot of "fun shopping" money to spare.  When we were at Shoe Carnival, we pulled out like 8 pairs of shoes, and then she brought over three more and said that was it, and then brought over three more.  I was sweating.  Not even kidding.

Oh, and between Shoe Carnival and Food Lion, we also got lost.  I didn't even know it was possible for my mother to get lost in Onslow County, but we did.  We were about halfway home on Highway 24, and suddenly we saw firefighters standing in the road with flashlights.  They said there was a bad wreck so we had to be rerouted because the whole highway was shut down on that side.  The wreck must've been REALLY bad, because it was so far away we couldn't see a thing.  This one firefighter told us to go a way that my mom decided was way too far out of the way just to get to Swansboro.  (I have no clue.)  She was originally just going to go back to KMart and look for black and white tanktops that I need, but I convinced her that that would not be enough time for them to get that wreck cleaned up when they said it would take a long time, and she really needed to get home and get to bed.  She agreed and said she thought she knew a back way to get around the mess.  That woman and her internal compass.  Somehow, without a single road sign telling her what road she was on, she managed to get us exactly where we needed to be in the dark.  I was laughing hysterically because most of the time, we were on this old highway that kept going and going and going and she started to second guess herself and we were wondering if we were ever going to get home.

It was hilarious at the time, but I guess you had to be there.

Okay, my mind is just about out of energy.  I'm going to bed.

It takes a lot to make me speechless. This did it.

Dude.

Oh my gosh.

Like, seriously.  SERIOUSLY.

I can't even figure out a creative way to get into this, so I'm going to get right to the point.

I'm going to Nashville to see The Vespers play their CD release show.

No, I'm not kidding.

My mom got a massive check back from her taxes.  And she's ridiculous, in a totally good way, and is giving me basically the best early birthday present in the history of the universe.  She told me this while we were out eating dinner, and it took immense amounts of self-control not to lose it right there in the middle of the restaurant.

Right now the plan is to fly out on Saturday 3/31 and fly back Wednesday 4/4 (the big show is 4/3).  I haven't booked the ticket yet, I'm waiting to talk to Bruno tomorrow because he keeps track of all the dates of their shows and stuff and I want to make sure there's nothing on their books that isn't on the website that would be a problem for me to be there.

But seriously?!?!?! This is really happening??????

I also can't believe that I'm allowing myself to take off 3 days of school for something FUN.  I'm so thankful I've been amazing with my absence record this semester so I can afford it. :)

This is ridiculous.  God is so good.  My mom is so good.  I feel so undeserving.

Seriously?!

Dear sweet Blake,

For a while, I thought that the letter I wrote you last year was just going to be a one-time thing, but here we are, a year later and I feel like I have to get these thoughts out somewhere.  I think I'm going to make these letters a yearly tradition, seeing as I'm the one most interested in commemorating your life as we watch you grow.

Today, you turn two years old.  ETA 3/7: You are 26 pounds and 32 inches! Tiny thing. I know I seem to be bursting with clichés when it comes to you, but it honestly does feel like you just turned one.  Part of me hates that I miss out on so much of your life when I'm at school, but part of me just doesn't care because I am so proud and honored to be in your life at all, to be your Auntie Mal.  It's been seven weeks since the start of the semester, and seven weeks since the last time I was home to see you, and I am so amazed at all that you learned when I was away.

You're so smart.  You took a long time to start talking much, but in the last few months, your vocabulary has exploded.  I love hearing your cute little voice say "please" and "thank you."  Just tonight, we were sitting watching one of your favorite cartoons, Team Umizoomi, and when they asked which tunnels they should take to make it out of the maze, you knew the answers!  I didn't even know you knew the word "middle," let alone how to deduce that the middle tunnel led to the rest of the maze!

You're sweet.  Nothing melts my heart the way getting a hug and a kiss from you does.  When you got home on Friday, hearing you squeal as you ran across the garage to see me made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.  It's not just me, though, or even just the family.  You're the same way with all of your friends at daycare.  I hope you never lose this part of your personality.  I hope God uses you to be a friend to the people who may not have many friends in their lives.

You're always happy.  Even when you're sick, you're giggly and goofy and still so sweet.  You usually start fussing when you're hungry or tired, but all it takes is someone tickling your belly to make you smile and laugh.  Sometimes I feel like your mom doesn't even realize how good she has it with you.  Yes, you have your typical stubborn moments, but you come from a family full of incredibly stubborn people.  Still, you're very cooperative.  You go to bed basically without a whimper, which is a lot for someone your age.  I hope you stay this happy as you get older.  I know life will get way more complicated, but if you can keep a positive attitude, everything will be way easier.  I promise.

Our family isn't always the easiest one to be a part of, but never forget this:  You are so very loved.  By me, by your Mimi.  You have taught me a whole new kind of love.  I've realized in the past year that as much as my career dreams and hopes for my future mean to me, I would give up everything in a second to take care of you if it meant that I knew you were safe.  Knowing how much I love you right now, I can't imagine how I will feel about my own children.  Don't you worry, though, my boy, I will always be here for you.  Always.  I don't care what my relationship with your mom is, I will be here if you need a soft spot to fall with someone who loves you without condition.  No one can replace you in my life.

Here's to the year ahead.

Keep dancing, Blake, and don't ever stop.

I love you.

P.S. You know how I said you were stubborn? Here's photographic proof.  The first two were from dinner last night with the whole family, and the rest are from tonight when all I wanted was to get a picture of you for your birthday.  I should've known it wouldn't be that easy.

Can I go back to Campbell now?

At least at Campbell I'm not the bad guy all the time.

At least at Campbell I don't get accused of being jealous of people I actually want to be NOTHING like.

At least at Campbell I don't get yelled at no matter what I do.

I'm sick and tired of Holly ALWAYS being the one in the right.  Mom blames the fact that we have no relationship all on me, completely ignoring the fact that I tried for YEARS to forge a relationship with her and got nothing.  I gave up so it's still all my fault.

God I love college.

189%

Guess what that is about.

My mom and I went to Belk in Morehead City to return the stuff that she got me from there that didn't fit, and see if we could find some pants.

I've mentioned before how good my mom is at bargain shopping.  And how much I hate clothes shopping in general.  But I went because I wanted to get out of the house and away from Chelsea, and because Mom didn't want to buy more stuff and risk it not fitting me again.

So about 3:30 we left and went to eat grouper at The Ice House, and then went.  In basically two hours, I got a suit, five pairs of pants, and I don't know how many tops.  That's not the impressive part, though.

The impressive part is the fact that it was $535 worth of clothes that we got for $185.  That's 189% savings.  Which I find to be ridiculously awesome, and is something I never would've been able to do on my own.

My wardrobe for this summer is almost complete.  It's becoming more and more real by the day.  I'm spending 8 weeks in DC by myself this summer. :D (I just wish they'd hurry up and tell me where I've been placed! Haha, impatient me.)

We're all going out to dinner for Blake's birthday tomorrow.  Holly and Michael are coming in late tonight, which I'm already sort of dreading, but I'm going to try and keep my mouth shut.  I make no promises, though.  Then we have to go return some more stuff at places in Jacksonville.

My mom rocks.  Even when my sisters drive me absolutely insane, my mom always rocks.  Even when she and I argue, she rocks.  She can make me laugh like pretty much no one else, and I would not be alive without her.  I'm so lucky to have a woman like her in my life, and my kids will be blessed if I am half the mother she is.

That's all I've got for tonight.  I need to save my energy for tomorrow, because it's certainly going to be nuts.

It's going to be a long week.

Every second that I've been home today, Chelsea has been yelling and screaming and complaining about something.  Why am I not surprised.  Thankfully, Mom took me to get a mani/pedi and to dinner so we got a few hours break from it.  Chelsea wants to know why Mom never does anything nice for her, and I flat out told her if she wasn't such a bitch 24/7 then maybe she might want to.  Seriously, it's a miracle of God that my mother has not either a) gone completely insane, kidnapped Blake and run away or b) punched Chelsea in the face every time she opens her mouth.  I've been home less than 9 hours and I already want to.

Lord, give me strength and peace and please, wrap Your arms around my mother.  She needs it so much more than I do.

But let's focus on the upsides, shall we?

Dr. Steegar was SUPER, SUPER lenient and gave me a 92 on my French Lit test that I was so terrified about getting back.  Apparently, Ryann and Pam didn't do a stellar job at fleshing out their essays, either, (and they did theirs in English!) so at least he gave us all some slack, and I didn't have to feel like I got special treatment or something.

Psychology got let out early.

Like I mentioned, Mom took me for a mani/pedi.  That scrub and soak thing they do in the pedicure seats makes my feet feel so good!  Of course, I got orange.  I got regular orange polish on my toes, but on my fingers I got something different.  Mom let me get this gel polish, because it's so awesome that it doesn't chip which is great because I won't be home for another month.  It's so special you can't just take it off with regular nail polish remover, you have to actually go in to the salon and get it soaked off, so it's great because I won't be home for another month.  I got just got the tips of my fingers done in orange with clear on the bottom because otherwise, as my nails grow, there would be a lot of nail showing without polish on, and with clear on the bottom you can't tell.  I love it.  Maybe I'll take pictures of it tomorrow or something but tonight I am too tired.

I got to try on lots of pretty clothes that Mom bought me on clearance so that I have business attire for DC this summer.  It's pretty fantastic because I hate shopping, but Mom loves shopping and she's great at bargain shopping AND I love her taste in clothes, which basically means that I never have to go shopping and she can buy all my clothes for me. :)  Most of them fit, but we have to exchange some of them and all but one pair of the shoes she bought me.  So maybe that means we'll get out of the house tomorrow too?

But best of all, by far, was seeing my sweet Blake man.  When Mom got home with him, Chelsea got him out of his car seat and when he saw me, he took off running across the garage squealing.  It was precious.  And then when we got home from dinner, he basically did not want to leave my side all night.  Melt. my. heart.  I have so missed that kid.  He is so adorable, and Mom is right, he talks SO much more now than when I left seven weeks ago!  I still can't believe he's going to be 2 on Monday...

Even if it is stressful, I'm glad to be home with Mom and Blake.  Now, I'm going to curl up and watch Wednesday's SVU and then pass out.  Good night all.

Now I can't say I've never voted for a Republican anymore.

Today was a very long day.

I got up at 9:00, which is half an hour before I usually get up on Thursdays.  I ate breakfast and got ready and stuff, and I left at 10:15 so I could go vote in the SGA elections.  I'm SUPER paranoid about being late and I wanted to make sure I had time to do it before my 11:00 class.

I voted, which was fast and easy because I did it in the middle of a class "period" meaning most people were in class so the line wasn't long.  Both "tickets" were full of Republicans (surprise, surprise, this is a Baptist school, you know) but I voted for my friend Gabe and the guys he was running with because I actually believe they care about the ENTIRE school.  The only ridiculous part about it is that I was wearing a sticker for Snyder Pencook and Inman and the people at the voting table made me cover it up because it could "sway voters".  I was like what the heck?  It's not like I'm a candidate or a member of SGA.  How is seeing a sticker on a random person going to sway your vote?  If you're swayed that easily, you're probably far too ignorant and shouldn't be voting anyway. (Joke!)  But whatever.  Then I spent a little bit of time helping the group I was voting for talk to voters and stuff.  I got pictures with three of the four guys.

This is Matt.  (And my dorky friend Allen in the background bombing the picture, haha.)  He added me on Facebook last week because he saw me on the "Vote Snyder/Pencook/Inman" (he's the Inman) Facebook page and we talked a bit, so it was good to actually meet him.  He's super nice (and cute, but that's beside the point haha).  Plus, I just like pictures. :)  And yay, he won Executive Treasurer.  Ironically enough, he beat a guy from my hometown that I've known for about 10 years.

This is Hunter.  We also started talking through FB and I accidentally ran into him on Tuesday while waiting for my Economics class to start, but it was good to see him again.  He's also very nice.  Though I think he has a kinda weird smile haha.  He won Men's Community Coordinator.  I couldn't vote for him because, well, I'm  a girl, but I would've if I could've.

And this is Gabe.  I've talked about him before.  He was running for President, but he lost. :( Which really sucks because the guys who won President and Vice-President (from the other ticket) are not very nice people, in my opinion.  Plus, I hate seeing a good friend, actually any friend, put their heart and soul into something and lose.  He said he's "easy to hate" which is how the other guys convinced people to vote for them, and it frustrates me so much because he's one of the absolute nicest people I've ever met at this school. But oh well, what's done is done.

Then I went to French, and Dr. Steegar actually let us out about 10 minutes early which was a shocker.  Then, I went to a quick lunch with Ryann, and then I went back out to help the boys for about an hour until I had to go to Econ.  Then, Dr. Steckbeck let us about 20 minutes early (yay for teachers being so nice, since it was the last class before Spring Break haha), and I went back out to help again, but it was so hot I got overheated and left because I was nervous I was going to pass out.

Then I did laundry, and that took far too long because people can't seem to remember to come GET their clothes when the time is up.  And I did a composition I was supposed to turn in today but didn't even remember I had to do it until I woke up this morning so there was no time. And I ate dinner in my room (too tired to leave).  And I took a shower after my laundry was done.  And I packed.  And at 8:30 I finally sat down to do my book report for French Lit tomorrow.  It took me exactly two and a half hours.  Then I started getting ready for bed but that guy from my hometown who lost to Matt for Treasurer started messaging me again so we talked for a bit.

And now here I am.  Almost midnight.  Now I'm going to collapse.  6:30 comes too early.