Sorority Sickness

Today I relaxed. I spent my day working on my sorority assignments and being sick. I had to organize and budget a philanthropy event as part of an assignment. That alone took me a couple hours. I've been in PJs all day and haven't been productive outside the sorority work. Tomorrow my first 2 classes are canceled so I don't have class till 1:55pm. Both Erik and my mom are sick. Oh, and I'm sick too. Fun. Now I'm watching TV and trying to get my mom anything she needs. I plan on going to bed soon-ish. I'm sick so I need some rest. I still have to memorize my weekly sorority things too. It isn't much, but it's still overwhelming. After the few classes I have tomorrow, I'm heading to Jen's apartment to study with her and hang out before the meeting. I hope we both have all of the memorization down. I still get kind of panicked while talking in front if people. It isn't good. Just thinking about it makes me nervous. This anxiety needs to chill the fuck out.

Arts and Crafts

Wednesday was long. During my health class, the girl sitting next to me felt weak. My professor had to call EMS and we got out of class a little early. Whoo. I went to my next class, then met up with Elijah. We hung out for a bit, then sorority duties called. I met some of the girls in the cafe for lunch. It was Pixie's 21st birthday today, so we all hung out and congratulated her. I still a little awkward being in a group of sisters. One-on-one I'm ok, but I get lost in the group. I feel like I'm the outsider in a group of best friends. It'll fade eventually I hope. Tides said I would get closer to them in time. Cross your fingers.
My classes continued to be annoying, then I met up with Jen. We were going back to her apartment to do some crafts for Pixie's birthday (as the pledge assignment said). We went to her place and began. She painted a wine bottle, and I started detailing the jumbo margarita glass. We worked for around an hour and a half then ordered egg sandwiches from a place across the street. We kept working, then stopped to eat. We chatted a lot while we ate. I found out brothers have the same name and are kinda similar. We're starting to know each other on more of a personal level now. I like it. She seems like a really good friend to have. We finished eating and continued to paint. Her fiancé soon came home and we all talked a bit. Then my dad called me. He said he wanted me home now. I told him it's going to take at least another hour or so with the baking (I have to bake the paint to make it stay on). He said he wanted me to leave there in 10mins, end of story. I agreed and ended the call. Why must I be treated like such a child? I'm in college trying to make friends and enjoy myself. They can't give me a little room to breath? It's ridiculous. I felt like such a child. Here Jen is with her own apartment living with her fiancé and dogs, while I'm getting called to go home like a freshman in high school. I hate it. I don't want to be controlled by them. I want to be able to hang out with my friends (the few I have) and be out late if I want. I have house keys. I have a MetroCard. I have a cellphone. I'll be fine. Let me grow up a little. Let me go.

Earl of the House

Tuesday was an ok day in general. I woke up, relaxed, and had some macaroni before heading off to see Mr. Caster. We watched a movie called the Earl of Chicago. It was very very good. If you ever get the chance to see it, I recommend it from one internet stranger to another. I got home and had a bowl of ice cream. Why? Because fuck you, I'm 18 and make my own choices. I enjoyed it and watched tv while texting the sorority girls. I've been noticing that one of the girls, Tides, and I have been talking a lot. She only pledged last semester so she's easy to identify with. I think I have my top 3 choices for my big. If you don't know, a big is a big sister who mentors you through the pledging process. You choose her, and she has to choose you too. I have Pixie as #1, Athena as #2, and Tides as #3. I just hope Jen and I aren't hoping for the same big. That would be awkward.
Today, I woke up late. I panicked and then heard my mom downstairs. She can drive me. Good. I fall back asleep for about half an hour then get back up. I'm taking my time then I asked her if she would drive me. No. Why? Erik is sick,and god forbid he is home alone for 10mins. Seriously. He won't die while you're gone. Leave him a glass of water and put on some cartoons. He isn't throwing up, he's just having "bad cramps" and is dehydrated. Why can't I stay home when I'm having cramps? I get those pretty badly too. Every month. I mean, it sucks that he's sick, but I think he can handle himself for 10mins. I hate my family sometimes. I guess I'm glad to be heading to Jen's house after school. I get to avoid my mom for a bit. She's kinda an asshole sometimes. But as one of our pledge assignments for the week, we have to make something for Pixie's 21st birthday (which is actually today). Jen is doing a decorated wine bottle, and doing a jumbo margarita glass. We're going to hang out and craft together. I'm so grateful she's a sweet girl, and that I wasn't stuck with some one I don't like as a pledge sister.

Monday Flow

This whole weekend has been ridiculous. I worked saturday 6-1. I hung out with Bob until Kevin got there at 8. My boss was stressed out so he was being a little mean to Kevin. Kevin got kinda pissed off, so I spent the last couple hours of my shift making him smile. I'm starting to have feelings for Kevin. Not like romantic feelings, but more like brother/sister feelings. We always joke around at work and have pointless banter. It makes the work day fun. Matt came at 10 and he and I once again had some back and forth innuendos. In general, work wasn't horrible. I was just exhausted. I went home dreading what was coming next. The 10pg paper that is due on Monday. Whoohoo. I go home, watch tv, and put off the paper for a few hours. I started doing it, got about 2 1/2pgs then stopped for the night.
Sunday I slept in till noon then began the paper again. I spent my day reading numerous case studies and meticulously citing my sources, and my source's sources. My mom took me out shopping midday. I only agreed to go because I was sick of reading studies and typing away on the computer. She got a new handbag, and I got a small case for my makeup. We headed home, and I promptly got back to work. Dinner was soon, and I ate/drank for the first time in about 24hrs. I know it isn't healthy, but I just didn't have time to eat or get a drink. The food was good, and I headed back to work. Around 12hrs of work, for 3 1/2pgs. Yea. I worked into the night/early morning to finally get it done. I think it was around 3am when I got to bed, but I'm not sure.
I woke up this morning and realized my dad was home. Awesome. I figured I could sleep in another half hour, then get a ride to the train station. When I awoke, my dad was gone. He had work after all, he just stayed home for an extra hour or so to shovel some snow that had fallen last night. I panicked and began to beautify myself. I skipped my lips, foundation, and blush. I did my eye makeup, that's good enough right? Right. I then spent the next 20mins trying to hole punch dozens of papers to get them into a binder (as required by my professor). I also had to print this thing called an originality report for my paper. It measures if you've plagiarized anything, and how original your paper is. I submitted him last night, and my report still wasn't ready. I went ahead without it, and hoped that she would accept it with no originality report. Cross your fingers. I ran to the bus, and saw a little (what looked to be) stray dog. It was maybe a foot long, and low to the ground. It looked like maybe a beagle and something else small. I bent down to say hi, but it started yipping at me. A lady across the street tried calling to it, and it assumed it was hers. In the end, I don't know. I had to get to school. I waited a while for the bus, and was silently cursing to myself. I thought today would be a good day. My paper would be done, I get to watch Walking Dead and the season finale of Breaking Bad when I get home. I'm hanging out with some of the sorority sisters, and then I have a photography club meeting. I can stay up late tonight and enjoy myself. However, my Monday sucks so far. I'll let you know how it progresses and if it improves.
In reference to the above, my Monday didn't really get much better. I keep forgetting to post these. I sometimes like to write them while I'm on the train to occupy myself, but then I forget to publish them when I return above ground. My memory is such shit. I'll post this, then work on Tuesdays. I'm truely sorry for the weirdness.