Weekend

I completed the checklist :D Though there were a few times on the road that I had to slap myself to keep awake.

Spent some great quality time with my Aunty and her friends and deh puppeh. Had cocktails, Fuzzy Navel and Tropical Grape Nehi being the ones I liked most :)

Glee musics are the awesome.

Oh, so, girls night with the food (deviled eggs, veg, date-deliciousness, mashmallows etc.) and the people (awesome), and then Up for movie.
Bra shopping, totaling $320 for 3 bras, 2 undies, and a pair of leggings. Ouch.

My debit card number got skimmed or stolen in some way, whoo. It's worked out now.

Met a cute guy (has a gf) on Saturday, so friends it is (though at this point it's acquaintances). Had dinner with J, C, T, Si, and K on Saturday.

I really can never allow this to be found by anyone outside those who already read it...

I'm uncomfortable asking for help in academic circumstances, but only if I expect to be the best in some way in the subject.

Read part of the Song of Solomon with/to Sam on Sunday for the church service. I cannot explain how awkward/weird that was for me, to be told I needed to read it like a woman in love (I can't do that) in front of the 100 or so people at the church that have known me my entire life. Nothing new, I am not a public person, but it was just so bad... later my dad told me that I was blushing so hard my calfs were pinkish. It was bad enough that we were reading it, but it was worse that it was being videotaped, so now it exists for posterity, and I was unable to calm myself during it because, again, being videotaped.

And now, today, my stomach -that has been grumbling and mad periodically for the last few days- is now just being horrible. I'm worried I might have another intolerance I haven't been aware of before this because I have a massive headache, stomach upset, and while I just finished sleeping for 12 hours, I could easily curl up and go to sleep for plenty more time. The worst part being that the next couple of intolerance's don't have pills I can take to let myself eat them.

Essays to write and stomachs to yell at... ttfn.