I had a coughing attack in the middle of my biochem class, which is all of 45 students and it was loud and obnoxious and I started to choke and left class for about 35 minutes. Yeah, good times.
This = me
Then I realized I had turned in the rough draft of an assignment instead of the final draft when I conveniently opened my binder and found my final draft. Wow. Almost had a heart attack. Embarrassing. I frantically e-mailed my professor and TA. It's ok. She still accepted it. Whew.
Then had a HORRIBLE evening. HORRIBLE. So I cried. A lot ok? A lot. And all I wanted was a huge hug from my mom. You know what I'm talking about. No one gives hugs like moms do. Too bad it was about 1:30am and my mom is 3,000 miles away. So I cried more, like a small child and it felt good. Sometimes all you need is a good cry. I slept in today and it was perfect. I felt much better.
So the point being, I love my friends. LOVE them. You really know who your true friends are when you are feeling low and sick and horrible and sad and miserable. I'm blessed, I mean seriously blessed with good friends. My roommate was fantastic last night when I had my breakdown. My friend Erinn was there for advice and a few laughs. We're practically the same person, yet she's the more mature version so she rocks.
Then I spent the evening watching a friend and his band rock out. It was awesome. I decided I'm a huge fan of the club scene. It's just cool and listening to bands is so fun. All the different sounds and styles are so interesting. AND sometimes I love loud music so going to the club to see my friend perform was awesome.
I love my friends. They are my family away from family.
Love you guys.