Oh, Wednesday...

I woke up at eight this morning since it was a minimum day and actually tried to look nice for school. I don't know what provoked me to do so, but I put on a little make up (not what I usually wear for special events) and wore my brown turtleneck sweater with the scarf Becca's mom made and my mom's new boots that kind of squished my toes. I still had my "homeless person" jacket, but soon I'll have a new one that looks a little better.

My mom dropped me off at school (excited that I was wearing her shoes and wanted a pair of my own) and I walked to the AP rooms. It was then that I realized I hadn't studied at ALL for my vocab test, though I had made flashcards the night before. It was okay though, because I managed to memorize them enough for the test. I got an A, much to Danielle's dismay. She had studied two hours the night before and even woke up at three in the morning to study. I told her that's probably why she isn't getting the words very well. Sleep helps.

Although I don't really want to talk about the rest of my day, I might as well go through it so that whoever reads this won't get mad at me.

History went by really fast because we had notes and my teacher wanted to get through them all so he wouldn't have to do them during third block when we were going on our bookwalk. We have a test on Friday that I'm not looking forward to.

Third block was the most fun, though I spent the majority of it alone. Danielle and Megan sped off toward the bookstore so they could get there sooner, but I decided to take my time and enjoy the walk. Nowadays people don't seem to appreciate the finer things in life -- they're always in a rush to get things done. I didn't want to do that. After we got the book we're going to read (Macbeth) I went to Pohleys (sp?) and got a huge monster energy drink. This thing has about four servings and a LOT of sugar.

My teachers were glad they didn't have me for fourth block.

In bio we took notes on DNA/RNA and our homework is to study for a test that's also on Friday that I'm not looking forward to. Everyone told me I was going to regret drinking that huge monster, but I'd already decided to share it with Daniel, who I knew would love me very much for it.

After school I headed to the band room and before school was even out he rushed to the door to have a sip. Well, not a sip -- it was more like chugging it down. He drank more of it than I did. The result was insane. He was very hyper and practically shaking, apparently. I roll my eyes at him.

I got home after my brother picked me up (though he forgot and my mom had to call him) and I helped my mom watch the two babies a little, then went upstairs and took a nap. I was so tired that I ended up sleeping until I had to go to dance, which didn't take very long, thankfully. We're learning a new routine that's pretty cool but fast. So far I've been getting it and I'm trying to go full out every time. Afterward I felt as if my legs would collapse. We also had this like, ab workout where we all got in a circle and did sit-ups and whatnot. I really like it.

I texted Doran meanwhile and he was getting me worried. Earlier during school he texted me and told me that he had fallen asleep early last night because he felt sick. And he had to go to the doctor for a checkup, but part of me feels like he's hiding something.. I don't know, maybe I'm just imagining things.

All I know is that he's really worrying me and I don't want to tell him how I feel because I don't want to worry him or keep him up late or anything because I know he gets sick from lack of sleep. At the same time though I really want to talk to him and just spend time with him but I can't because he's busy and I don't want to be a bother, but when there IS time I'm the one doing something or other so we haven't been able to talk... He told me he has Friday off but I don't so I'll be at school and I don't know if he'll text me because his phone has been dead and he hasn't charged it and I've sent him a lot of texts and I worry when he doesn't answer. I have to ask Sheldon if Doran even has his phone because I start to think that maybe he's ignoring me -- and then I find out that it's just dead and I wonder why he hasn't charged it yet. Plus, I think I might have gone over my texting limit..

Doran doesn't realize how much I worry about him. I want him to be happy and healthy, and when he's not I start to freak out. I know he needs sleep to function. When he doesn't he gets sick, like nauseous and dizzy... I'm afraid he'll end up in the hospital or something if he keeps this up... Plus, he turns into a different person. He's more cranky, irritable.. and sometimes not nice. I don't know, it just gets to me when he's like that. I worry enough about him as it is, and when he's like that I work myself up to tears. Combined with the fact that I want to spend time with him.. It's just not pretty.

I know he's going to read this at some point and feel terrible for all of it. I don't want him to feel that way, which is why I'm not telling him this directly. I might not tell him that I posted, just so when he finishes his homework he'll just go straight to bed.. As much as I'd like to talk to him after he's done, I won't risk it.

Well, sorry about my pathetic/depressing rant. I hope it didn't put a damper on anyone's day. Toodles.