I am tired as hell today. I fell asleep on the couch earlier because I am just completely drained. have no energy. The past couple of days have been pretty interesting.
On Friday, I had my Physics final. The first part is the written part, which is all in all, worth 30% of the exam. So 15% of my whole semester. According to the discussions that went on after the test, I actually did very well on that part.
The second part was multiple choice and numeric answers. That one I'm not too ecstatic about. I probably didn't do well on it. Sadly. And I can't wait until I get my final mark. :s
After the exams, I went to my friend's house and we rented movies and had a sleepover. We watched :
- Accepted [Pretty freakin good. Better than I expected...]
- Reno 911 [Stupidest shit ever. It is just a disturrrrbing movie. But The Rock is in it.]
- Blood and Chocolate [Which was also pretty good].
Saturday was grad day. SO I stayed in my PJs until 12:30 and then took a shower and she did my hair. And makeup. And then we applied the fake nails that are still on my fingers [because they look good] but not on hers [cause she hated them].
The we put on the dresses and went to grad. I held the tears in. Many laughs. Many teary moments [cutest one being when one of the grad's brother delivered his speech and was crying :) ]. That made me cry. Most of the speeches made me cry. And the pictures. Supper was awesome. It was really good.
When it was over, we hugged everyone. And then we headed to my friend's house to get changed for the aftergrad. I just wanted to get out of that dress. So I put on a random pair of jeans, my gray tanktop, layered my purple one over it, brought a hoodie, put on some comfortable shoes and we went to the aftergrad.
There was a fire [that didn't actually become a real fire until an hour later, but it was awesome] and insect-repelling candles, Haha. Most of the people got there after we did, and some of them were probably already drunk. I had a Smirnoff twister apple thing. Which my stomach did not like. Luckily, it didn't make me sick. But I stopped my drinking right there [as if I would've decided to drink more] . I watched the rest of the people get drunk. I said goodbye to an old friend of mine who is leaving. And the last hug I called was stolen from me. Around 2:15 - 2:30 ish, we decided to leave, and I decided that I felt like doing something stupid.
I was really going to tell him...until I realised [or mostly woke up and admitted the fact that] the guy was drunk and
1) He probably wouldn't remember if I told him.
2) It would be really pathetic to use the fact that he is drunk against him and
3) I don't want to be the girl who tells a drunk guy how she feels about him.
So I didn't. I just hugged him and said bye [for the third time. So if he didn't know I liked him, he should by know. If he even remembers that.] and he said [for the third time] that we would see each other again around Christmas time because he'd probably take a week off. And that was how the night ended for me. I was trying really hard not to cry. It kind of didn't work. As soon as I got in the van, the tears started flowing. I didn't sob, though. It was very silent.
I kind of stopped crying when another girl came to say goodbye to me, and tell me that she felt bad cause her mom wouldn't leave her alone about her marks because I get 90s. And she said she loved me and she wanted to graduate with me and that I should've told the guy cause he is leaving. I think she drank a bit too much, but I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Cause she's awesome.
Then, we tried to leave but the van was sort of stuck in the mud, so people were pushing us [the girl who said goodbye and the guy I like were part of that]. There was a truck right behind us, so we couldn't really back up. And then those stupid drunk girls were standing right in front of the van and they wouldn't move and we wanted to leave, so my friend told them to "Get the fuck out of the way, now!" and some girl just said "What the fuck? Get the fuck out of here! Who the fuck is that? Fucking bitch." and the "Shut the fuck up!" just slipped out of me.
Then we went home. I went to sleep at 3:30 and woke up at 8. I was so tired. I fell asleep on the couch this afternoon.
And that is how I discovered my love/hate relationship with parties.
- Later.
