I have to express this. I didn't want to put it on Facebook, it felt too personal. But this is my blog, so whatever. And I really don't want to do my music homework right now.
Yesterday was a really, really bad day. I got to school with an hour and a half in which I wanted to edit two articles for the Ag Comm newsletter, write an article for the same, and study for a test. I don't know why I didn't realize that I couldn't possibly do all those things in that short amount of time, but I am an idiot. I barely got my article written and the others edited. I did not study for the test.
I don't know my grade for that test, but I'm really hoping I didn't flat out fail. I'm a straight-A student and I am hoping to scrape by with a C. That's a horrible, awful feeling my friends. After the test I went outside to wait for my ride, sat down and placed the palm of my left hand right on top of a cactus sticker bush thingy I didn't see. Then I had to waste half an hour trying to get all the pricks out and it hurt like heck.
Then I rushed to work for a few hours and to school. I'm preparing for my first article in my magazine class (DUE THURSDAY!) and it is falling apart. I had four interviews lined up at 3, 4, 5 and 6. My 4 o'clock bailed on me, which was annoying. Then my 6 o'clock bailed on me, which was a disaster. And all the while my sources aren't giving me the information I thought they would and now I have no subject for the article. 12 interviews in and no subject, I tell you. Worse than failing a test.
I decided to stay on campus. I had some leftover gnocchi that was pretty bland from lunch, and I thought I'd just eat that, go to the gym, and then go to Antics practice. Micah met me at the Food Court and said he was going to stay and work on things too, but he was hungry and was gonna buy food. He asked what I liked and I said I always get a bagel.
A few minutes later, he returns from the food court with the bagel, takes my gnocchi and says, "Here, I got this for you." I say, no that's yours, but he insists I have it. That was awesome.
Then I finally talked to my 6 o'clock and my professor, who didn't really help me feel better at all but scheduled a meeting for 3. Then I realized on my way to the gym that I have a work meeting at 3:30. And I had a meltdown.
Luckily, Antics practice went really well. (or I thought so, crossing my fingers?) and it cheered me right up. Micah had to go to work early this morning and left while I was in the shower. I went into the kitchen, still dreading everything I had to do today, and saw a bouquet of white roses on the table with a note from Micah saying he hoped they brighten my day a little bit.
Seriously, the BEST thing ever. I kinda treated him like crap yesterday because I was so stressed. Being married is so awesome though, because there's someone else to help you out when you just can't do anymore. I really love that dude!
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