What a Busy Week!
Oh, yesterday was a blessed day. My mom and aunt Mary Ann drove up to drop off the Explorer. I figured they would arrive about the time I finished with my laundry, but that was a foolish assumption. The actual arrival time ended up being about three in the afternoon, a little over two hours late. It worked well, though, because I finished my laundry, my sheets, my dishes, and some homework from the time my psychology lab ended to when they finally appeared. In addition to the car, they brought my suitcases, my new contacts and glasses, fragrant body creme, and yogurt. It all pleased me very much (even though I despise my dad's car). After a fairly quick introduction between Molly and Mary Ann, we left for Kroger. After I pranced all through my favorite grocery's aisles, we went to the Hub for coffee and dinner. I love spending time with my mom, and I rarely spend any sort of quality time with my aunt; it was really nice to talk to both of them and finally feel mature enough to speak openly. I always felt awkward around my aunts and uncles before college. Now conversation comes more easily, so I can't wait to see my family this Thanksgiving. I really can't wait to see my uncle Joe and aunt Tracy because today Tracy was induced for labor! I think she was anyway. The last I heard it was scheduled to happen. So I might have a new cousin by the time I go to bed. Maybe I already do! How lucky!
Classes are going well right now, I think. I did well on my Japanese midterm, and I found out today I scored much better than I thought on Monday's psychology test. It's nice that my grades reward all the effort and brain power I invest. I'm the sort of person who really relies on that feedback in order to feel a sense of accomplishment. Grades take the physical form of what I've learned, and I want to know that I learned it all as well as possible.
So my week has gone really well so far. On the other hand, Molly's has only just picked up again. She didn't feel well Monday night and all of Tuesday. She's back to her chipper self today, though, so now we can have fun again. We hung out together yesterday, watching Will and Grace, but she wasn't in a laughing sort of mood while I was. That sucked a tad, but I must attribute the awkwardness to the situation and not to her disposition. I totally just busted out some psychology from this week's chapter. I have to do well on my next test, after all!
Now I need to call my father and wish him a happy birthday. I bought him a card today, and it's hysterical. I really want to be with him when he reads it, but I guess I can't do that every year anymore. Always when you feel that things are going well, something disheartening pops up. Even though it won't break you, it still hurts a bit and makes you long for the good old days. AH! I can't get myself into a funk before I call him! That's a crappy happy birthday!
Classes are going well right now, I think. I did well on my Japanese midterm, and I found out today I scored much better than I thought on Monday's psychology test. It's nice that my grades reward all the effort and brain power I invest. I'm the sort of person who really relies on that feedback in order to feel a sense of accomplishment. Grades take the physical form of what I've learned, and I want to know that I learned it all as well as possible.
So my week has gone really well so far. On the other hand, Molly's has only just picked up again. She didn't feel well Monday night and all of Tuesday. She's back to her chipper self today, though, so now we can have fun again. We hung out together yesterday, watching Will and Grace, but she wasn't in a laughing sort of mood while I was. That sucked a tad, but I must attribute the awkwardness to the situation and not to her disposition. I totally just busted out some psychology from this week's chapter. I have to do well on my next test, after all!
Now I need to call my father and wish him a happy birthday. I bought him a card today, and it's hysterical. I really want to be with him when he reads it, but I guess I can't do that every year anymore. Always when you feel that things are going well, something disheartening pops up. Even though it won't break you, it still hurts a bit and makes you long for the good old days. AH! I can't get myself into a funk before I call him! That's a crappy happy birthday!