Stay Positive (WARNING: this post may contain excessive amounts of venting and frustration.)

So I figure I'd warn you guys before you read, this may be a slightly sad post. Much venting and being frustrated. So now you're warned. :)


School is going great. It's fantastic actually. I love it and classes are going so well. It's wonderful. I also got to go down to Provo last weekend and take a friend's engagement pictures. I was SOO excited! They turned out so well and Heavenly Father definately answered my prayers when it came to the pictures and the weather. The weather was BEAUTIFUL! I couldn't have asked for a warmer, sunnier day. Especially in February. My friend and her fiance were awesome and it was just a really good weekend.

Monday is when it all starts going slightly south...

Monday I was feeling exhausted and slightly sick and I didn't make it to any of my classes. I felt like such a bum, but it was the first day in the semester I had missed class, so I figured I was ok grades wise. So I wasn't feeling good Monday. Not to mention I had an argument with someone which didn't turn out well, as most arguments don't, and I just felt and still feel horrible.

Tuesday was better. I was able to get a lot of things done, devotional was good, there was a dance (which was SO fun), and things were good.

Wednesday not so much. I missed an important meeting with one of my professors which counted as an attendance grade. I know it doesn't sound like it, but it's kind of a big deal. It counts a lot towards our final grade because it's a hybrid class. This means that we meet once a week, but then meet every other week with our professor for about 30 mins. The weeks we don't meet with our professor, we meet with the TA. This is an advanced writing class and we're making and writing for each others literary journals. I happen to be the editor and chief of one of them, and so it counts a lot if I'm there or not. And I was just not happy with myself. I also found out that I missed some pretty important stuff in the classes I missed on Monday, but I was assured it's nothing that I can't makeup for.

Thursday was the worst. It started out really good, and then plumeted (did I spell that right?) into a spiraling downfall. My first class didn't start till 5:15 PM, and I had all day to do laundry, work on HW, and do various other things. Good so far right? Then I get on facebook. Curse you, facebook. I started talking to a "friend" from back home and things went nuts. I say "friend" because hmmm, we're suppossed to be friends but when this person starts cussing me out and saying how rude and selfish I am, that's when the "friends" part diminishes. I wanted to cry. And funny, this person always makes me want to cry. Apparently I bring it upon myself. Well I say goodbye because I have to go to class and after I sign off, I STILL get messages from this person in my inbox telling me how horrible I am. Yay. This person is not the same person I had an argument with previously in the week, but they coencide because they both deal with me going home. So I am leaving for class a horrible, miserable wreck. Mascara running all over my face, shaking wreck. THEN, later that night, while I'm trying to submitt an assignment for my religion class the next day, my internet FREAKS out and I don't have internet anymore. And it's an online assignment. I was livid and I just wanted to sit down and cry some more, but I was proud of myself and I didn't.

I'm really not a cry baby (unless it comes to REALLY good movies) but I have just been so tired and so done with drama. I hate drama. But it seems like everyone likes to bring their drama to my doorstep and say, "Here. Deal with this." What?! "Umm, no thanks. I'm ok." "No, really! Take it! It's yours!" And then they run away. Grrr.

So today is Friday the 13th. And not to jinx it or anything, but so far....so good. I have a friend coming to visit me from Provo, I'm recording a cd for my mom (for those of you who are wondering, NO...I'm not singing), and it's a long weekend. Not to mention, Valentines Day weekend. So I'm not in love, but I'm excited for it just the same.

I feel better for getting this week off my chest. I need to stay positive. I need to just "Keep Moving Forward" as Walt Disney said. Yes, I just quoted the creator of Mickey Mouse. Hopefully I'll be able to make a temple trip this weekend, have fun, and not have to worry about certain things or people. *Sigh* Let's hope. :)

I love you all, have a good V-Day, and don't forget to do something special for that someone special. Toodle-loo!


An exasperated, Liz :)