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.