www.xanga.com/pyarhua17 ok so these past days have been tough. not gonna lie. tough with a capital T. so Tough i guess. anyway you get the idea. yeah, over the past three days, like say wednesday night, i turned into a weepy clingy boy-hating little girl. but i think im okay now. all thanks to you guys. no joke. ok so talking to trevor last night reallly helped with some stuff, he is awesome. and then today was a diaster and a half. i felt like people had been being weird to me and well some of them, if i think the reason they were is really why they were, oh man how silly. that was vague and confusing but whatever. so i kept feeling that people were weird to me. uhh bio was okay today, arvin, knowing that i was somewhat gullible, gave me some weird story as to why he wasnt here yesterday. and i believed it. how silly. spanish was exhausting and i guessed through the entire exercise. and then psych..i like the movie we are watching. and tok. i was ready to shoot someone in the head by the end of that. our group was not doing work at all, except for me, danny and trevor. i was ready to die. Also, thanks to shelby who kept me sane throughout my breakdown at lunch. i heart her. history was alright, although at a certain point, a few tears were shed. and english was fine. UNFORTUNATELY, schallan wasnt here, and i wanted to cry. but instead i talked to teri until stephen took me home. so, since i felt like people were being weird i decided and told my dad last night that tonight im going to the indian store and renting a movie, getting thums up and some elaichi cookies (waaay good) and sitting under a blanket on my new couch watching. i get home and my mom decided i was too sick to go to the indian store and waste time in rush hour traffic? and that she and my dad were staying home all night (except for the quick round of furniture shopping). so the house was not only occupied, but noisy bc they were gonna be cooking. and that since im sick, i cant go ANYWHERE. which in a way makes sense, but still. seriously PISSED. that thought kept my entire day going and it got smashed. and i was really pissy about being confined basically to my room on friday night. BUT THEN! my parents left. somewhere in between venting, stephen decided that we should go to the bamboo club. and so i called my parents and was like AT LEAST let me go eat dinner so i dont have to be miserable at home. so they were like fine (i would have gone anyway). lets just say diego+stephen+curry chicken+chopstick adventures+amazing stories=love. so the fact that i could leave my house and have a great time was making my night. i knew that even though i couldnt do anything else fun, that was good enough. at least i didnt spend all night in my room. so immense thanks and love and hugs to stephen and diego. and then i thought it was all over, but NO! i walked in and my mom was like i just called you *naturally i didnt hear anything other than my music which was blasting* and she waslike your dad just left to the indian store! and she wanted me to go with him bc she felt a tad bad or something. but i missed him. thats ok though, because now i have time to do this and change and get some laundry done before he comes home with my MOVIE!!!! so really, even though the parents are home and cooking, it really has been a fantastic night. freakin yes. im a happy girl (which made me think "i'm a pearl of a girl"). oh one note. when you're upset, you either want people to stay the hell away from you or just want a good long hug. ive noticed over the days...boys (not all of you, just some) dont always know which time is which. anyway basically thanks to everyone who helped me out this week and made me feel a lil less crappy. i love you mucho. time to go get that laundry in, my padre is on his way back. love you, nish