Mondays Suck

First day of spring semester. A day that should be filled with new beginnings, new friends, and continue my journey through college with a bang.

Apparently the universe doesn't want me to have a good day.

Last night my friend told me that our guy friend is being a dick to her. Ever since he told her that he liked her but he was "over her," he's been acting strangely around her. I figured it was because he actually still likes her and is simply trying to guard his heart, but he's being incredibly rude. I understand that he might be hurt, but she made her decision and that's that. They were such good friends before, and I don't think they should let this ruin the relationship they had before, but it's really looking as if this might end badly. She tries to talk to him and ask what's wrong, but he either gives her a terse reply or ignores her. He needs to straight up tell her how he's feeling, because he's making her feel horrible about herself. I want to march up to him and shake him; I want to yell at him to get some balls and tell her what's really going on and how he's feeling. But I know I have to let these two figure it out for themselves. It's the only way they can possible salvage their relationship.

Then, right after having this talk, another friend comes to me, sobbing, and tells me her boyfriend just got into a car accident. The car was totaled, but he managed to walk out of the wreckage with only a bloody nose. I held it together while I comforted her, but this morning I lost it. I know her boyfriend very well and I couldn't imagine losing him. It scared the hell out of me. Thank God he's all right.

To top this all off, this morning I spilled milk on myself. I was rushing to class and didn't have time to wash my jeans, so I had to change outfits and clean up the mess so it wouldn't smell. Then, when I was halfway through the communications building, the heavens opened up and a monsoon occurred. By the time I walked into class, my jeans were three shades bluer than normal and my shoes squelched with every step.

And now, I'm not sure if I'm even in the right major.....can this day get any worse? It's only 10:30.

I'm frustrated, tired, scared and upset. I can't decide whether to cry or punch a wall. Maybe both. I really hope this day isn't indicative of the rest of this semester. Wish me luck. 

In Lieu of a New Years Post.....

I was planning on writing a "Happy New Year's" post to you faithful readers since I haven't posted in forever, but today my life took a turn for the interesting (for once) so I'll inform you of that instead.

I was sitting at my computer earlier today when I heard my mom scream in the kitchen. She was crying and yelling that she had cut the top of her thumb off, so I ran in to help her. She had her thumb in the sink so I couldn't see the blood, but I could tell she a. thankfully did not completely sever her thumb; b. was completely and totally flipping out; and c. needed to be driven to the ER.

She was crying so much she couldn't even tell me where it was (yes, I probably should know where the closest ER is. But the only time I've been was when I was 3, and I definitely wasn't driving then). After calmly but forcefully telling her to get in the car, I managed to get to the ER without incident while she blubbered directions to me.

When we got there we waited a few minutes for a nurse to come out and get her. She was still crying and obviously in a lot of pain. I felt weirdly calm, despite the giant knot that tightened in my stomach. I honestly don't know how i was able to be that calm; maybe it was my mom was freaking out so much I felt I needed to be the exact opposite.

The nurse finally came and brought us into a back room. The doctor told us she would need stitches, and that she should get a tetanus shot. I texted some of my mom's closest friends to tell them what was going on. Most of them responded immediately, asking if we were okay and if I needed their help in any way. I told them that my mom was hanging in there and that I was fine. If I had been honest I would've said that I wasn't sure how I felt.

The doctor stitched up her thumb, which I actually watched. I am NOT a needles person, nor do I like looking at bloody/gross injuries, so i surprised myself when I watched him sew up her skin like a hole in a shirt. It was a strange image to say the least, and I am now perfectly sound with my choice to not go into med school.

Anyway we got home and mom had calmed down by then. The doctor had numbed her thumb, so at the moment she was fine since she felt no pain. My dad and all my mom's friends commended me for being so calm, getting my mom to the ER and sitting with her while she was stitched up. To be honest I was pretty proud of myself too, but it felt like the natural reaction to me. Running the risk of sounding bitchy, I was actually annoyed when my mom freaked out. In a situation like that, it's important to think logically and rationally, and she wasn't doing that. Now obviously I've never Nearly-Headless Nick'ed my thumb, so I can't say I would necessarily act differently than her in that situation. Nevertheless, I'm glad she's okay and everything worked out.

Now I'm going to go watch Netflix with my best friend and nurse the headache this stressful day has given me. I told everyone I felt fine, but really I'm stretched a little thin emotionally right now. Time to drown my feelings in ice cream.

Au revior, mes amies. And a Happy 2013 to you all!