Bleh...Packing 4/24/2002
I'm feeling better. Those nasty moods of mine come and go. I can't even blame it on hormones any more, since I've been out of puberty for quite awhile.
Justin and I had dinner tonight. We usually don't have dinner together; usually, its me, him and someone else. Or I just eat in my room because I have such a crazy schedule. Anyway...dinner kicked ass. I know its not healthy, but food always improves my mood. Weird I know. But dinner was so good tonight. SU brought in subs from Subway, and since tonight was pizza night, we had Sbarro's as well. (The few awesome things about private schools is that they usually have affiliations with major food companies/restaurants. On Thursdays we get Sbarro's pizza, and on Tuesdays or Fridays we get tacos and stuff. Its pretty cool).
Anyway, tonight was "Stress-Buster Night" so they had word searches, Tic-Tac-Toe, and Hangman sheets on the tables. Justin and I played games while we ate...it was pretty funny. I love people who are immature. It was just an enjoyable dinner, which helped put me in a better mood.
I was so tired since my sleeping schedule has been so messed up, so I've been absent minded lately. Like, I went to the ice cream table to get ice cream, but they only had toppings. So I went back across the dining hall to get ice cream. Usually they only have vanilla or choclate, but tonight they had strawberry (my absolute favorite). So I commented about it and Justin asked, "Well, how can you tell?" I replied, "Well...it's pink so I'm assuming its strawberry." Appraently, I forgot Justin was color-blind (he can't see light pink or purple) so I felt like an ass. It was pretty funny. Guess you had to be there. So then we trekked back over to the other side to get toppings. (We have a big dining hall). After getting toppings (mmmm...fresh strawberries..) we were just about to leave when I forgot a spoon. Justin was going to kill me because it was our third trip across, but I couldn't stop laughing. See kids? This is why you need sleep. You'll become like me if you don't.
I got my test back in chemistry recitation. I made a lot of stupid fucking mistakes that I could hit myself for. I'm just retarded in chemistry. Like, I understand the principle, but if the professor uses the reverse of the principle on the test, I won't catch it. So yeah...I'm pretty fucked for medical school. This summer I have to think what I need to do.
Anyway...in 22 minutes it'll be seven more days until I leave...Hopefully. My mom still hasn't given me information on my plane tickets yet. PLus I just found out that my two exams (art history and chem; my hardest subjects) are fifteen minutes apart. Chem is from 8am-10am and art history is from 10:15-12:15. If you see a short girl on May 2 walking aimlessly around campus mumbling to herself and cursing, its me.
I have to get boxes tomorrow and start packing. Bleh. I'm so not looking forward to packing. Them Erin is going to drive me and my boxes to the post office so I can ship all of this crap out of here. I'm not looking forward to carrying the boxes either. Flint has really really long hallways...bleh.
Phobia of the Day: Bathmophobia- Fear of stairs or steep slopes
Until later
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