No More Drama? Only in my dreams...
So wow. Yeah. I've done some pretty interesting stuff in the past few days.
I don't even know where to begin. I've procrastinated a lot. I'm amazed that I finished my English paper at all. It was originally due on Monday, at which point I was about half way done. Luckily, when I got to class I found out we were doing peer reviews, so I had until Wednesday to finish my paper. Then, I was off on Tuesday night, but (for reasons I will explain shortly) I still didn't get the paper done. So this morning I didn't go to my Sociology class and basically spat out the rest of my paper all the way until the last minute. But I got it done, weak conclusion and all. Maybe I'll revise it a little and put it in my portfolio at the end of the semester to be graded. I dunno.
So yeah. Now for the drama on Tuesday that prevented me from getting my paper done. I worked in the morning, but David and I had planned that he would drive down here when I got off and we would hang out. So I got off work at about 330 and gave him a call. No answer. So I hung out with Christine for a while and called him again at around 5. Still no answer. So Christine and I went to dinner at Chili's. By the time 8 o'clock rolled around, I was pretty upset about things. I was worried that something had happened to him or that I had done something wrong. I decided to drive to Santa Fe. I'm not sure what possessed me to do it, but I went. I drove 51 miles and attempted to follow the directions he had told me about a week before. It took about half an hour, but eventually I found his apartment. I found his cars. I knew I was in the right place.
But I was afraid to knock on the door. I called Christine, and she convinced me to do it. So I went back up there and gave it a try. No answer. So I left a note on his car. I called him again and left a message. Then I drove home, crying for the first 10 miles or so. I felt like such an idiot for having driven up there at all. So there went another two hours of not writing my paper. I got back to the room and I couldn't stay there. So I ended up going down to see the rugby guys & co. with Christine until about midnight, when I came back and went to bed.
David called me this morning at 722. He apologized for not calling and told me that he'd lost his phone. He said he found it about 2am, but didn't want to call me because he didn't want to wake me up. I said, "Next time, I don't care what time it is. Call me. I was so worried about you, I wouldn't have cared." So that was the end of that part of the drama.
I found out from David that he's got some issues going on right now that are taking up all of his time. He finally told me what's been happening the past few days (something that I can't write about here), and I'm even more worried than before. But at least I know what's going on. And I'm praying (I know, non-religious type praying, crazy eh?) that it all turns out positively. If they don't, then I'll pretty much lose the best guy I've ever met for the next several years. I hope to God that doesn't happen. I hope to God this doesn't happen to David in the prime of his life.
So yeah... time to think about something else before I get too depressed over that jazz.
I bought Finding Nemo yesterday. I love that movie. Absolutely love it. It's so cute and hilarious!! Makes me happy.
I took a Music Theory test tonight that was damn hard. I hope I get a good grade on it, because I realized while I was taking it that I didn't study nearly as much as I should have. But yeah, not a lot I can do about that now.
Hmm... I can't believe it's already November. There's only like 6 weeks left in the semester. And I have no idea what I'm going to take next spring. I'd make an appointment with an advisor, but I'm starting to question my choice of majors again and there's a "Choose A Major" fair on the 19th. I think I'll go to that before I make any appointments. I just have to hope that there are still classes I want to take by the time I get that far. Of course, I could just wait until after the disenrollment date before I do anything. But even that has no guaruntees.
Well then... nothing left to write about so I believe I shall be going now.
I don't even know where to begin. I've procrastinated a lot. I'm amazed that I finished my English paper at all. It was originally due on Monday, at which point I was about half way done. Luckily, when I got to class I found out we were doing peer reviews, so I had until Wednesday to finish my paper. Then, I was off on Tuesday night, but (for reasons I will explain shortly) I still didn't get the paper done. So this morning I didn't go to my Sociology class and basically spat out the rest of my paper all the way until the last minute. But I got it done, weak conclusion and all. Maybe I'll revise it a little and put it in my portfolio at the end of the semester to be graded. I dunno.
So yeah. Now for the drama on Tuesday that prevented me from getting my paper done. I worked in the morning, but David and I had planned that he would drive down here when I got off and we would hang out. So I got off work at about 330 and gave him a call. No answer. So I hung out with Christine for a while and called him again at around 5. Still no answer. So Christine and I went to dinner at Chili's. By the time 8 o'clock rolled around, I was pretty upset about things. I was worried that something had happened to him or that I had done something wrong. I decided to drive to Santa Fe. I'm not sure what possessed me to do it, but I went. I drove 51 miles and attempted to follow the directions he had told me about a week before. It took about half an hour, but eventually I found his apartment. I found his cars. I knew I was in the right place.
But I was afraid to knock on the door. I called Christine, and she convinced me to do it. So I went back up there and gave it a try. No answer. So I left a note on his car. I called him again and left a message. Then I drove home, crying for the first 10 miles or so. I felt like such an idiot for having driven up there at all. So there went another two hours of not writing my paper. I got back to the room and I couldn't stay there. So I ended up going down to see the rugby guys & co. with Christine until about midnight, when I came back and went to bed.
David called me this morning at 722. He apologized for not calling and told me that he'd lost his phone. He said he found it about 2am, but didn't want to call me because he didn't want to wake me up. I said, "Next time, I don't care what time it is. Call me. I was so worried about you, I wouldn't have cared." So that was the end of that part of the drama.
I found out from David that he's got some issues going on right now that are taking up all of his time. He finally told me what's been happening the past few days (something that I can't write about here), and I'm even more worried than before. But at least I know what's going on. And I'm praying (I know, non-religious type praying, crazy eh?) that it all turns out positively. If they don't, then I'll pretty much lose the best guy I've ever met for the next several years. I hope to God that doesn't happen. I hope to God this doesn't happen to David in the prime of his life.
So yeah... time to think about something else before I get too depressed over that jazz.
I bought Finding Nemo yesterday. I love that movie. Absolutely love it. It's so cute and hilarious!! Makes me happy.
I took a Music Theory test tonight that was damn hard. I hope I get a good grade on it, because I realized while I was taking it that I didn't study nearly as much as I should have. But yeah, not a lot I can do about that now.
Hmm... I can't believe it's already November. There's only like 6 weeks left in the semester. And I have no idea what I'm going to take next spring. I'd make an appointment with an advisor, but I'm starting to question my choice of majors again and there's a "Choose A Major" fair on the 19th. I think I'll go to that before I make any appointments. I just have to hope that there are still classes I want to take by the time I get that far. Of course, I could just wait until after the disenrollment date before I do anything. But even that has no guaruntees.
Well then... nothing left to write about so I believe I shall be going now.