sunshine_queen | (no subject)

Oh, jesus. It's over. The test is OVER. I only have Paper III left tomorrow, and that's the fun stuff, and I never ever have to remember anything for Chemistry AGAIN.

Only Human Biochem and Drugs and Medicine! And Alias is on tonight and it's SO SO SO EXCITING.

(And scary. But whatever.)

Today was nice, studying with everyone. I mean, upsetting and scary as all, but I have all these new friends now. Javier and Taylor and Carol and Chang... so many people I barely said hi to (if at all) last year I now hang out with and give hugs to and cry to. It's nice.

However, first, my morning from hell.

(Or, the inauspicious start to my day.)

Last night, I went to bed early, making SURE TO SET MY ALARM. This is important.

At 4.55 I woke up and thought to myself, ha, self, you still have an hour to sleep!
Instead, woke up at 6.41. 41 minutes later than I usually wake up. Six minutes before my ride shows up.

To the phone ringing.

It's Mommy, calling like she does when she's working. I skid out of my room and yelp to the phone that I'm late and I'm going to miss my carpool and holy mother of god i'm doomed. She says, try to make it, and if you can't, I'll take you.

I managed to get ready in those six minutes- IB shirt, yesterday's jeans, flip flops- ran a comb through my hair and snagged a liga, ran a toothbrush in my mouth, slammed on my glasses, grabbed a lunch, my wallet, my concealer, forgot my sweater, ran back for it, and ran out of the house.

We missed the freaking bus.

Natalie and I got driven to school by her mother. My head is throbbing. I hadn't eaten. I look in my lunch, expecting to find the bar Mommy promised to have packed me.

Not there.

In fact... it isn't my lunch at all.

I had grabbed Mel's.

So, I go to buy some galletas at the vending machine.

It eats my dollar.

I am about to burst into tears.

Carol, Chang and Taylor try to calm me down as I eat an apple, distressed beyond belief. I call Mel to warn her about the lunches and troup up to drama.

Javier and I went to chem right away, and we studied. I was relatively miserable, as I starving. And my head hurt. And I looked like hell.

... and then someone comes from the office and says my mother is there and wants to talk to me.

Yes, my wonderful, glorious, sainted mother came all the way to school during rush hour, after working all night, to bring me my lunch.

So I go downstairs to see her and burst into tears, recounting the whole horrible ordeal- my lack of water bottle, my headache, not having eaten, no lunch- and Mommy gave me hugs and offered me her water and then she went home.

I studied more.

There was drama with my friends later- they all came in late, and they didn't bother to say hi when they came in, so I got bitter, and they irritate me one and all, but whatever.

Poor Gabi was a wreck today. She cried, like, five times, had an asthma attack, cried off all her makeup, got hugs from everyone, and still bawled at the end because she was sure she'd failed. Honestly, I felt so bad for her. I had a nervous crying jag right before the test because of all the energy around me, compounded by everyone else crying and Barkow being so awesome... but Gabi was harcore crying.

Galvez was great. She was bingeing on food and it was just really funny.

Anyway, some of the test was easy, most of it was hard, and all of it crazy.

After the test, we all went outside and chilled, and then I went home with Heather and Marc and we had a ball. Heather and I wound up at the Krispy Kreme, sharing a half a dozen donuts and chatting because CHEM WAS OVER.

DONE. Almost FOREVER.