Rawr.
I just got out of the shower. Mmm, refreshed.
The weirdest thing happened in my room before I left, though. I was looking for my bathrobe because I didn't put it back in my closet like I usually do and I finally saw it on my suitcase that I haven't bothered to unpack. So I grabbed it and in doing so, I disldged my bag of cough drops, which went flying out on the floor and spilled cough drops everywhere. I started to pick them up and then I realized that I'm picking cough drops up naked from my dorm floor.
I fervently hoped that Heather did not come walking in at that point and go, O_O "...nevermind."
In other news (that does not involve Dom picking cough drops up naked), I haven't updated in twelve days ZOMG. I = bad LJer. Or not. But seriously, this week has been one crazy after another. I had three tests, a Spanish composition, and tons of studying. One of the tests was a math test (!!) which involved logarithms, which made me go, "bzuh?" I had to recruit Phil to help me on that, which was sadly the only time we got to spend together all week. It really would have been nice just to see him on Wednesday after my test because I got a 78 on it, but he said he couldn't.
I hate writing that because that's the point where I read over it and think that this is exactly what all of my ex-boyfriends used to do at about this mark. It's been almost a month and a half and that's the point where all of my relationships start falling apart because the guy just "isn't interested any more" and wants to get interested in other girls (because I always pick those guys, go me). And even though Phil keeps telling me, "I'm not going to do that to you," it freaks me out nonetheless. I've stopped calling him and I don't know if I'm going to swing by Starbucks today (as I usually do on Saturdays when he works) because I'm afraid that he really doesn't want to see me. I mean, REALLY doesn't want to see me. I want to give him space but I'm afraid of doing that because what if he prefers the space to me? And then I start thinking of things I should do or say to keep him around because my last relationship was like that. I was always on edge because I never knew if he was going to call when he said he would (because he had a history of not), or if he was going to show up to things Bridget and Brian planned (because, again, sometimes he wouldn't), or if he was going to stay interested in me when he told me he loved me (don't make me say it). He fucked me up but good for all future relationships and now I'm wondering if I'd be freaking out lilke this if he hadn't used me as yo-yo practice.
*sigh* Enough of him. I'm just worried about Phil. I know he's studying for exams and everything, but I really would like to see him every once in a while or at least hear from him now and again. It sounds so stupid, but I miss him. And he asked me not to get him something for Christmas because I can't even remember why. I think maybe I will, but still. I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop because it always does around this time.
So. My crazy week. Next week is Dead Week so I get a whole week to study and things and then I have three exams on Final Week. All is well.
I need to go blowdry my hair now, so I'll go. Hasta luego, mis amigos.
(PS. I got my hair cut, if you know me IRL and haven't noticed. Check out the iconage. ^_^)
The weirdest thing happened in my room before I left, though. I was looking for my bathrobe because I didn't put it back in my closet like I usually do and I finally saw it on my suitcase that I haven't bothered to unpack. So I grabbed it and in doing so, I disldged my bag of cough drops, which went flying out on the floor and spilled cough drops everywhere. I started to pick them up and then I realized that I'm picking cough drops up naked from my dorm floor.
I fervently hoped that Heather did not come walking in at that point and go, O_O "...nevermind."
In other news (that does not involve Dom picking cough drops up naked), I haven't updated in twelve days ZOMG. I = bad LJer. Or not. But seriously, this week has been one crazy after another. I had three tests, a Spanish composition, and tons of studying. One of the tests was a math test (!!) which involved logarithms, which made me go, "bzuh?" I had to recruit Phil to help me on that, which was sadly the only time we got to spend together all week. It really would have been nice just to see him on Wednesday after my test because I got a 78 on it, but he said he couldn't.
I hate writing that because that's the point where I read over it and think that this is exactly what all of my ex-boyfriends used to do at about this mark. It's been almost a month and a half and that's the point where all of my relationships start falling apart because the guy just "isn't interested any more" and wants to get interested in other girls (because I always pick those guys, go me). And even though Phil keeps telling me, "I'm not going to do that to you," it freaks me out nonetheless. I've stopped calling him and I don't know if I'm going to swing by Starbucks today (as I usually do on Saturdays when he works) because I'm afraid that he really doesn't want to see me. I mean, REALLY doesn't want to see me. I want to give him space but I'm afraid of doing that because what if he prefers the space to me? And then I start thinking of things I should do or say to keep him around because my last relationship was like that. I was always on edge because I never knew if he was going to call when he said he would (because he had a history of not), or if he was going to show up to things Bridget and Brian planned (because, again, sometimes he wouldn't), or if he was going to stay interested in me when he told me he loved me (don't make me say it). He fucked me up but good for all future relationships and now I'm wondering if I'd be freaking out lilke this if he hadn't used me as yo-yo practice.
*sigh* Enough of him. I'm just worried about Phil. I know he's studying for exams and everything, but I really would like to see him every once in a while or at least hear from him now and again. It sounds so stupid, but I miss him. And he asked me not to get him something for Christmas because I can't even remember why. I think maybe I will, but still. I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop because it always does around this time.
So. My crazy week. Next week is Dead Week so I get a whole week to study and things and then I have three exams on Final Week. All is well.
I need to go blowdry my hair now, so I'll go. Hasta luego, mis amigos.
(PS. I got my hair cut, if you know me IRL and haven't noticed. Check out the iconage. ^_^)