I've had a hard week.

Sunday - slept through ALL 4 of my alarms, missed church when a friend was waiting to take me in front of my apartment, started getting ready for work & felt sick - threw up - had to call into work, couldn't sleep, threw up again, went to the choral concert & sang Handel on NO energy, came home, wrote 2 papers, stayed up till 7am.

Monday - got up at 8:45, went to my review class, went back to bed, slept till 12:30, went to work @ 1:30, got off at 7, studied for my Spanish & World Civ2 exams until 5 in the morning. Couldn't sleep - stayed awake till 7:30am.

Tuesday - showered, went to my exam @8, slaughtered it, studied more for my Spanish final, took it at 10, halfway slaughtered it, layed down in bed at 11:30. COULDN'T SLEEP - finally passed out at 3:30, slept like a bear till 7. Woke up, studied for my Issues In Science exam till midnight. Drugged myself to sleep a full night.

Wednesday - Carlie woke me up @ 9:40, took my Science exam, slaughtered it, got dressed, watching a depressing intervention with Carlie, went to the library, wrote 2 papers, went to work at 5:30 till 11, made french fries to calm down, and studied for my theory test till 2am.

Thursday - Woke up WAY late, studied for another hour, took my Commercial Theory test at 3:30, MURDERED IT, (a perfect 100, thaaaanks, never been so HAPPY IN MY LIFE) handed it in, did a happy dance, & IMMEDIATELY started crying. Called my mom, cried on the phone, talked to my dad, this carried on for an hour or so. It was mostly a relived/happy cry, but a twinge of sadness mixed in too. I couldn't stop thinking "WHAT NOW?"

Went to work, had a million people congratulate me, closed the store in a tornado of glitter cause I WANTED TO GO CELEBRATE.  Went home, got dressed, went out with my best girlfriends and their boyfriends, 5th wheeled it for 2 hours, (Which I strangely like doing... I'm weird) Jonathan rescued me from my dancing alone woes, danced with my wallet until my favorite song came on, got so excited I decided to put my wallet down to dance in freedom,  AND THEN I GOT ROBBED.

MY CELEBRATION OF THE END OF 5 'BEST YEARS OF MY LIFE' ONLY LASTED 3 HOURS, AND THEN I WAS CRYING AGAIN. great, cool, wow.

Some girl took my wallet, which had my brand new iPhone in its brand new case, my car keys, my apartment keys, both my bank cards, my license, and my free panty Victoria Secret card. OH and my Sweet CiCi's punch card, with only one punch left till I got a free cup.

I cried in front of the place like a baby. I cried all night long, actually. Jonathan took us all home. Carlie & Tyler tried to track the girl down but couldn't find her. I called Apple, both banks, and the police to make sure the asshole couldn't steal my car.

Friday - slept/pouted till 2, called & made sure everything got cancelled, got my old stupid phone activated again, went to make sure my car was still in the lot, came home, stayed in my PJs all day & tried to stop being mad. Mom overnighted the spare we THINK belonged to my car.

Saturday - A friend took me to work, checked out crazy coupon obsessed Christmas shoppers all day, got a ride to my car, the key worked thank God, went to FedEx to fax my phone claim, got a fax for free cause I had NO money (presh lady, I'll remember her forever) came home, got back in my PJs, made dinner and more dinner & cupcakes, hung out with Carlie & Cade & Cameron & forgot all the silly wallet problems for 3 whole hours. While simultaneously eating french fries.

Sunday - Got up on time, went to church, came home, wrote this. I'm about to meet my girlfraaaands at the Flea Market.



This week is already better.
Last week sucked and I'm worn out.
So glad its over.
And so glad I wrote this all down
so now I can stop complaining about it all and shut up!!
HOLLA.