Always Holding on to Stars

We didn't pray hard enough. I had classes. I rolled out of bed and checked my college's website. Of course, it said it was open. I quickly got dressed and threw my hair up in a bun. My dad drove me to the train station and I began my journey. Once I got onto the train, it was like second nature. I found a seat, put my headphones on, and did some people watching (one of my favorite train activities). Soon, my stop came sooner than expected and I trekked through the snow to get to school. I was a little early, but I got to my first class. Today is when I was supposed to be meeting all my professors for the semester for the first time. My health professor canceled class 5mins before it was due to start. Of course. I waited around for an hour until my next class was due to begin. My psych professor seems to be very chill. She's young, and she's lived in Uganda (yet she was born in Canada, and is an Indian by descent). The classes ended 45mins early, and I had a long break between that and my next class. I spent almost 3hrs napping and playing my 3DS. I found my next class, and the professor is actually hot. He teaches Buddhism. And get this - 40% of our grade is going to be based on blogging. I'm gonna ace that class. Then came history (which I had to really hunt for to find the room). The professor is nice,  but kinda goes off and long tangents. He reminds me of a religion teacher I had in high school. Super nice guy, but can really get off track. Last of all was my art history class. It was held in an official lecture hall WITH SWIVEL CHAIRS. I had fun swiveling and playing around while we watched part of a documentary about cave paintings in France. The professor has an accent that makes EXAMINATION sound like INSEMINATION. She may be a problem to understand.
After that class, I ran out of the building as fast as possible. I got onto the subway and did my people watching. I was slowly nodding off due to the unexpected long day. I got home and my dad made me hot cocoa. Tomorrow I'm going to Bambi's house to build our snowman, make hot cocoa, and watch movies. It should be a fun day.
Leo sent me an email early this morning suggesting he and I meet up after I get out of work on Saturday to talk and exchange money. I read it when I woke up, but didn't respond until I got out of school. I had to think about what I wanted to say. I wanted to say yes to meeting up and talking, but then I wanted to say no because meeting up behind Bambi's back would just be repeating the past. It's a bad choice for Leo and I. As I told him, contact should stay to a minimum. The last thing I want is the crave his contact again. It's better off without him. We're both better off. I did nothing but string him along and serve as a unobtainable goal. We'll just meet at my work, exchange the money, maybe talk for a minute or so, then I'll get back to work. It's what must be done. Quick and easy.