What had happened was..
I went to Orlando to see Nick tonight. It was pretty sweet, as usual. I wanted to leave at 1245 so I could get my required 7 hours of sleep. I fell asleep around 10 and woke up around 11. At that point, Nick was passing out. I left on time, but I guess since I was tired, I didn't think to get gas..I'm sure you all know what happened. I ran out of gas on I-4 at 230am. I was at least 30 minutes from any friends or family and I was freaking the fuck out. A few months ago, 4 people got shot execution style on the side of the turnpike (like two hours from here) and that's all I could think about. Fortunately, Brian was on the phone with me when I broke down so his dad gave him money to come save me. That took almost an hour, though. In the mean time, I had to talk to someone and Brian's phone was dying. I called Nick and Dad, I even called Bob. I was so scared. Finally, Dad called back. He calmed me down a little but I felt bad for keeping him up so I hung up. As soon as I got off the phone with him, I got scared again. I called Nick and he finally answered. I felt bad for calling him, too. He actually started snoring at one point because he was so fucking tired. So yeah, Brian saved the day and I rewarded him with more love and some IHOP at 330am. I still owe him the gas money but my fucking card wouldn't work at the ATM. So, I have to be up at 845..
Class today was awesome, but of course I had some drama on the way there. My life is just fucking ridiculous sometimes. I got up at 730 this morning, thinking I had class at 10. I ended up not needing to be there until 11, but knowing me I'd go to sleep and not get back up. I decided to stay awake and I was so excited about class that I didn't even mind. I needed to buy my books, anyways. I had a beautiful plan of getting some coffee and perusing through my new textbooks before class. I got ready quickly and had some gatorade, took my pill then ran off to school. About 10 minutes into my drive, (which is about 30 minutes altogether) I started feeling nauseous. It was then that I remembered I didn't fucking eat. I'm not a morning person and I am definitely not a breakfast person, so I totally forgot. I stopped at Publix to get a donut and some water but it was too late. They'd stripped the floors the night before and the chemicals were so fucking strong. It was disgusting. I took a bite of my donut in line and laid my head on the edge of the counter while I waited. I have a weak stomach as it is, but strong smells make me especially sick. As soon as I got out of the store, I threw up. It was that bite of the donut and spit. I was dizzy as fuck. I tried to eat the rest of the donut but that shit was impossible since I'd just thrown it up. God, was that gross. I couldn't drive for like 20 minutes and finally, I ended up dragging my ass to my dad's since he was closest. I slept for about an hour and got to class five minutes late. Shit sucked. I didn't get my books, either. Melissa's in my class, though. It was cool seeing her again. My professor's cool as fuck, too. I'm so excited.
I'm so sleepy, but I'm extremely happy. I don't know what I'd do without my friends and family. They make everything worthwhile. Sweet dreams, all. Hopefully, tomorrow will go smoothly. Maybe I got the drama out of my system for this week. I know all of that shit was my fault. I'm just so absent-minded. I've gotta do something about that. Maybe going to sleep early so I'm not always rushing around would keep me from fucking up. I'm gonna get on that.
Class today was awesome, but of course I had some drama on the way there. My life is just fucking ridiculous sometimes. I got up at 730 this morning, thinking I had class at 10. I ended up not needing to be there until 11, but knowing me I'd go to sleep and not get back up. I decided to stay awake and I was so excited about class that I didn't even mind. I needed to buy my books, anyways. I had a beautiful plan of getting some coffee and perusing through my new textbooks before class. I got ready quickly and had some gatorade, took my pill then ran off to school. About 10 minutes into my drive, (which is about 30 minutes altogether) I started feeling nauseous. It was then that I remembered I didn't fucking eat. I'm not a morning person and I am definitely not a breakfast person, so I totally forgot. I stopped at Publix to get a donut and some water but it was too late. They'd stripped the floors the night before and the chemicals were so fucking strong. It was disgusting. I took a bite of my donut in line and laid my head on the edge of the counter while I waited. I have a weak stomach as it is, but strong smells make me especially sick. As soon as I got out of the store, I threw up. It was that bite of the donut and spit. I was dizzy as fuck. I tried to eat the rest of the donut but that shit was impossible since I'd just thrown it up. God, was that gross. I couldn't drive for like 20 minutes and finally, I ended up dragging my ass to my dad's since he was closest. I slept for about an hour and got to class five minutes late. Shit sucked. I didn't get my books, either. Melissa's in my class, though. It was cool seeing her again. My professor's cool as fuck, too. I'm so excited.
I'm so sleepy, but I'm extremely happy. I don't know what I'd do without my friends and family. They make everything worthwhile. Sweet dreams, all. Hopefully, tomorrow will go smoothly. Maybe I got the drama out of my system for this week. I know all of that shit was my fault. I'm just so absent-minded. I've gotta do something about that. Maybe going to sleep early so I'm not always rushing around would keep me from fucking up. I'm gonna get on that.