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I was sick Most of the weekend. All weekend and still till this moment. I have gotten much better...but man what a bummer. Aside from that the weekend was great...Things, aside from the stress of school, are going great.
Friday Sam and I went to Springfield to Karaoke. We got in our second argument in 9 months. He said I don't invite him out with me enough/we need to hang out outside the house more. I agreed. We made up. Simple as that. Less of an argument and more of a "well, this is what needs to happen in order for us both to be happier" type thing. And since that talk things have been better than before (which I really didn't think was even possible as things have been so great.)
Saturday I worked...well I ran to work (as my bike was locked up after having lost my keys.) Afterward I farted around with Jess and Sami at the mall. We did the typical girl thing...went to the mall, bought clothes, talked about how fat we are, talked about sex, and got makeovers. Itttt was pretty awesome. Then I went out to eat with Sam--and we had some of the best food and conversation to date. Itttt was pretty awesome. We came home and watch a shit ton of LOST...the show he said he'd NEVER watch. Ahahah I got another one! We also smoked a ton of weed and passed out...I woke up with what I thought was awful cottonmouth but turned out to be the onset signs of this horrid head cold I now have.
Sunday I woke up feeling like kaka. Ugh, felt so sick. Went to get morning burritos with Sam and then we went to his mom's house to watch the football games before I got my tattoo. Around 2pm I'm feeling even worse, but go get my tattoo anyhow. I get my tattoo...i come home...Sam comes over 6 hours later as I lay dying on my bed. He is the savior: came with theraflu, cough drops, orange juice, and ginger ale in hand. Oh, god, this guy rocks.
I dunno why I am word-for-wording my weekend. Really it kinda sucked since I was sick or getting sick throughout the entire thing. But I just feel real good about life lately. Like with my friends, and work and with Sam. I don't feel good about school--I never do. I feel most defeated in my life when it comes to school. I get awesome grades (except that fucking C last term) but, I dunno...sitting in class and doing my homework I just start to think about the big picture and it scares me...because I know I'm not as smart as most people...I know I get by with As and Bs but that's because college is easy. And I'm afraid the "real world" isn't. And I'm afraid I'll have no knowledge to apply to anything in life...and that scares me. So I hate school for that reason...and that reason alone.
That's the new tattoo...its a skeleton of a three toed sloth. And uhm...I should have never gotten my ribs or back tattooed...cos arms don't hurt at all! I felt about 20 seconds of pain on the right leg claws...and nothing else.
Friday Sam and I went to Springfield to Karaoke. We got in our second argument in 9 months. He said I don't invite him out with me enough/we need to hang out outside the house more. I agreed. We made up. Simple as that. Less of an argument and more of a "well, this is what needs to happen in order for us both to be happier" type thing. And since that talk things have been better than before (which I really didn't think was even possible as things have been so great.)
Saturday I worked...well I ran to work (as my bike was locked up after having lost my keys.) Afterward I farted around with Jess and Sami at the mall. We did the typical girl thing...went to the mall, bought clothes, talked about how fat we are, talked about sex, and got makeovers. Itttt was pretty awesome. Then I went out to eat with Sam--and we had some of the best food and conversation to date. Itttt was pretty awesome. We came home and watch a shit ton of LOST...the show he said he'd NEVER watch. Ahahah I got another one! We also smoked a ton of weed and passed out...I woke up with what I thought was awful cottonmouth but turned out to be the onset signs of this horrid head cold I now have.
Sunday I woke up feeling like kaka. Ugh, felt so sick. Went to get morning burritos with Sam and then we went to his mom's house to watch the football games before I got my tattoo. Around 2pm I'm feeling even worse, but go get my tattoo anyhow. I get my tattoo...i come home...Sam comes over 6 hours later as I lay dying on my bed. He is the savior: came with theraflu, cough drops, orange juice, and ginger ale in hand. Oh, god, this guy rocks.
I dunno why I am word-for-wording my weekend. Really it kinda sucked since I was sick or getting sick throughout the entire thing. But I just feel real good about life lately. Like with my friends, and work and with Sam. I don't feel good about school--I never do. I feel most defeated in my life when it comes to school. I get awesome grades (except that fucking C last term) but, I dunno...sitting in class and doing my homework I just start to think about the big picture and it scares me...because I know I'm not as smart as most people...I know I get by with As and Bs but that's because college is easy. And I'm afraid the "real world" isn't. And I'm afraid I'll have no knowledge to apply to anything in life...and that scares me. So I hate school for that reason...and that reason alone.
That's the new tattoo...its a skeleton of a three toed sloth. And uhm...I should have never gotten my ribs or back tattooed...cos arms don't hurt at all! I felt about 20 seconds of pain on the right leg claws...and nothing else.