I'm Alive. Barely.

So I haven't done a real update in a while. Life here just seems so uninteresting and mundane. I have a few minutes so I'll just write down some general things.

School:
I have so much shit to do. I finally finished my Melville and Hawthorne research paper. It's 10 pages. Not bad. I did it on the Agatha Letters. I still have an African American Lit research paper due (I think I'm going to do it on music in their literature) and a Shakespeare research paper (I might do it on Shakespeare's portrayal of Renaissance men in his plays). I'm doing averagely in Physics. I actually think I bombed a test today. Developmental Psychology is so boring and I always forget about assignments. I have to do a wiki web page for that class over Thanksgiving break. I actually have a lot of work to do over break. *cries*

Last Thursday, in African American Lit, we were discussing Beloved. Langston was reading a passage out loud and then all of a sudden he started crying. The entire class was like "What the..." I honestly thought he was having a heart attack. I heard his voice choke up, and when I looked up from my book, his face was bright red, and he just sat down at the desk and cried. One of the girls in the class got him some tissues. Another girl emailed him, and Langston emailed her back saying that the passage made me emotional as well as the whole Obama winning the election, and some other stuff. She forwarded me the email, but I don't feel right posting it publicly online.

Social:

I've still been hanging out a lot at TH 15. Pretty much get drunk every weekend. It's starting to get a little boring. This past weekend was weird, though. On Friday night, we all got drunk and played Cranium. It was actually pretty funny. Then Chris burned his hand on the oven and that sucked really bad. The bathroom light was broken, and the cold water hasn't been fixed, so I was sitting with him in the bathroom with a flashlight while he was puking, and Dave, Kyle, and Dustin were trying to find cold water to pour on a ripped shirt to wrap his hand with. Luckily, the burns weren't THAT bad. There is a blistered outline of the stove though haha.

Saturday was even weirder. Ben brought back these 3 really drunk girls, and they all made out with frosting. Just weird.

Thankfully, I didn't have a meltdown this weekend towards Dustin, like I usually do. Things between us are ok, but weird. I guess that's the best I can put it. I feel jealous when he talks to other girls, even though I have no right/reason to. I feel guilty when I hang out with other guys, and not him. It's hard to face when he doesn't come over anymore or invite me to do stuff. BUT it's all part of moving on, and I just have to accept it.

That's about all I have time to write.