My body betrays me.

So i'm absoluetly and utterly, DRAINED.

Maybe i have been doing a million things at once, maybe my mind has been on overdrive, from thinking and fretting about tests, to have meetings with professors and Ta's who grade badly, i worn myslef dry and am bed(or chair) ridden.

I knew the eventual burnout was bound to happen. Wish it could have waited till this weekend though, so i wouldn't burden anyone with my "she's not feeling to hott" face, but needless to say, i dragged myself around campus the whole day, feeling at any moment i would fade into oblivion, or at least collapse and hope someone would help pick me up, or be polite and avoid stepping on me.

I knew that this semester has kicked me in the ass pretty much. But i also know that i can take that bind and strife of it all. Mentally at least i can do that, but somewhere along the week my body has been screaming at me to take it slow. To take a break and pause, and not over exert myself. Now look where that has landed me...A headache, and a asprin later i still feel like crap and have a lab report due tomorrow(which is almost finished but for complaining sake i had to write it).

In my exhausted state, i have been useless and immobile. My body feels heavy, my head hurts to the point of me cursing at the aspirin bottle that would not open to save my life, and even sought Mikes comfort by making him feel my head to validate the already known fact that i was getting sick. I think it's all based on stress though. All this amount of junk that is being thrown at me, and not having the time to really sort it out yet. It's a juggling act, school, life, sleep, eat, and if you miss one step, than they all come crashing down in front of yout feet(eww, that rhymed like a Dr. Seuss book, i told you i was sick people). Or in my case i came crashing down on my bed, watching an episode of Doctor Phil.

Forgive me for my complaining, i don't make the best sick person. As you can see, when i should be in bed, i am typing away...oh if my mother could see me now. One more day to get through, and then i can take it easy. Chem and then Bio lab, and then back to bed i go.
Enough of my tales of sickness.

I love when someone in a conversation exhibits false happiness to the other person. I mean you can kind of sense that the person really isn't happy for you, but for some reason their "CONGRATUALTION" are always the loudest and the most fake sounding. For Spanish i have my really 50minutes classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, but for some reason we have a longer "lab" section on Thursday that runs 90min. It taught by a TA who tortures us by speaking Spanish for the whole time, so most of the time are faces are in the "what did she say" look. She's a really cool TA, she's from Ohio, and just has spunk. I mean she has curly hair, is really petite, dresses really cool, and talks about her studies in Spain without an air of pretentiousness. On the first day of her class, i wore a Bob Marley shirt, and ever since then she has grown to like me. We talked all the way to class one day about Spain, and clothes, and Music. She's really cool.

The boys(there's like 3 boys in a class of 20) drool over her. One kid named Adam has been the whole "how you doing" kid. I mean it evident he thinks she is cute, and makes an effort to always go up to her desk and ask her question, with this cheesy smile on his face. I think it's hilarious like a school boy in love. Maybe this effect she has on him, is why she mentions time to time that she has a Boyfriend. Like randomly she will be like "my boyfriend" and you can see Adam demenor dropped. So last week she was telling the class(in English) that she was real excited that her boyfriend was coming to visit. So today, she some how slipped that she was now engaged. I was too tired to care (if you can visual me nodding off in the desk while we are working in pairs, and the sudden "congratulations" from a group in the back, my scared face cause i thought the noise was a dog barking(????), my partner staring at me because i totally spaced out, then you can imagine the three ring circus i felt i was in, in my dazed state).

Adam was all "Congratualtion" "i thought it was a ring on your finger, but i thought maybe i had missed something" Then he says "congrats" over and over again like a record skipping. Me and my partner roll our eyes, because naturally we didn't care. I mean she is nice and all, but i don't know her and her boyfriend, so one congrat or a least a head nod was appropiate. But him and his 3 friends(the other boy, and 2 girls) were acting like they had just learned they were getting married. Maybe i'm just not that overly excited when people talk about marriage(more on that in a later entry, Beckett vs. Mike round 2), but needless to say his fake happiness was so easily spotted.

I also had a one on one with my English teacher, more on that later too. I'm really tired and the Hot Cocoa staring me in the face is begging for me to drink it.