The best and worst week ever.

This week has been amazing and terrible. Who knows why? Not me.

So, on Monday night, I had full orchestra rehearsal which is never fun but it wasn't THAT bad this week. Also on Monday, I had a sub in computer apps which is a waste-of-time class as it is... need I say more? Uninterrupted Text Twist for an entire hour. Can I get a what what?! WHAT WHAT?! Hmmmm... nothing else really happened on Monday. OH! Yes, something else did happen on Monday. We did a lab in chemistry and I was in a group with a bunch of smart girls and they saved my ass from failing that heat reaction measurement yield change shit.

On Tuesday my week picked up BIG TIME. This started when I walked in on a guy and a girl having sex in the guys bathroom during SMaRT period (which, uh, whoever decided SMaRT period was a good idea was kind of asking for something like this to happen if you ask me). You can't make that up... I mean, you could but you'd have to be really sick to make that up. Like, even sicker than I am. Okay, so I get in there and there is the couple in the handicapped stall (Okay, time out: imagine a special needs kid rolling into the bathroom on a power scooter only to find the handicapped stall occupied by two hormonal morons... Shoot. Maybe I would be sick enough to make something like that up.), a guy taking a dump in the middle stall, a guy pissing in a standy uppy toilet (I know what they're called, I just have no clue how to spell it, sorry.), and a guy checking his hair in the mirror by the door. So my thought bubble is like, 'They can't be having sex... they're just making out and they'll leave soon; they won't want to get caught and the tension and awkwardness in this restroom cannot allow for any sexual fun.' So my dumb ass goes to the open stall and pops a squat. I HAD TO POO! So anyway, I am sitting there and I hear, well, you can imagine it for yourself. So, just to make sure my presence is known, I cough. And this was a super fake cough. It was a cross between a hum and a 'Yooooo hoooo' kind of thing. I don't know why I thought my attempts to get their attention would be productive; if you're having sex in a bathroom at school, I think it's fair to assume that not much is going to stop you. So I get up to leave (without ever doing my business... ugh...) and on my way out, I look at the stall just to see if my ears are deceiving me and sure enough they were not. Sticking out from under the stall was a pink backpack. Idiots. Okay, so, believe it or not, this was only half of the excitement of Tuesday. Even better than this sex scandal (which is kind of worse than Carmel's, if I do say so myself) was my Jeopardy! test!!!!!!!! That bitch was fun. I had questions on all of my favorite topics. Words with certain letters in them. MTV shows. Chamber music. Just to name a few. I doubt I'll get a call back but it was hella fun. Then, when I was in bed on Tuesday night, I had a total melt down. I realized my mom has no job. I have known this for awhile but it's sinking in now. I realized I have no job. I realized I might not get into IU. I realized I don't trust enough people. I realized that there are good reasons for me to not trust many people. I was crying. It was not fun.

Okay so on to Hump Day. Worst day of orchestra of my life by a mile. I can't even really talk about it without saying things I shouldn't. Once the school year is over, though, I'll write a whole blog entry about all of my 'experiences' in orchestra this year. That entry will not be very funny. Oh. And I had a chemistry test and a pre calculus test on Wednesday and I was ready for none point none none percent of either of them. I got a B- on the chemistry test though so that's not bad, I guess...

And today is Thursday. It has to be good. I have a sub in computer apps again and he told us that if he catches us goofing off he will kill us. He is my new favorite sub. Also, Thursday night TV is the best. The Office, Parks and Recreation, 30 Rock, and The Sarah Silverman Program. I don't know what else you could ask for.

Tomorrow... who knows? No one knows. It'd be a waste of time to experience tomorrow if anyone knew what was going to happen.

I love you all.
And I mean that.
And I need you to love me too.
Thanks.