Sarah is feeling super sorry for herself at this moment. It is sucking.
This weekend, with the exception of Saturday night, was featureless. Friday's plans went to hell because of weather and today was spent studying and as mentioned earlier, feeling sorry for myself.
I feel like everyone is figuring out life but I haven't even been given the equation. Everyone seems sure of themselves and more importantly sure of the people around them. I am debating the stability of both.
Saturday night I ventured up to Holly's with cooked chicken dinner (à la Phyllis) and chocolate pie (à la Sobeys). I wasn't expecting much, a night of movies and watching drunk Hatcher residents stumble about. But some how randomly it turned into Holly/Sarah explain themselves night.
We basically had open forum and it didn't end with me mentally gouging Holly's out. Absolutely the opposite, I envisioned hugging and happiness.
Oh, and the boy across the hall offered to find three guys (himself included!) to strip for me. What a kind gesture. The people of Hatcher sure know how to make a girl feel special.
I also met him. Yeah, you all know who I'm talking about. I played Mommy and grilled him, but I must say I didn't do a very good job. His roommate's make-shift gun and target practice had me a little too distracted.
So this week starts with a bland outlook on life. Which is kind of awful because my Monday's determine my whole week. Maybe a little Stephenville flavoured coffee to cheer me up? Let's hope so.
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omgoshhh Sunday was my feeling sorry for myself day too. I skipped church and slept most of the day. I ended up taking night-time cold medication and falling asleep on the bathroom floor like a drunk person. It was bad.
Here's hoping Monday is kinder to both of us.
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