Warning: venting session

The past few days have been okay (meaning that they've had good moments). Friday night I went ice skating with some friends and I have some lovely bruises on my knees to prove it. Saturday night we had Girls' night out, + Storm, and went to see Enchanted (I highly recommend it, it was flippin' hilarious). Today I went to hear the Messiah. It was weird not singing this year, and being there really made me miss choir, but it was nice. And then tonight I had my breaking point. Wanna know what it was? I told a girl that I would drive her to the airport or the train station, on my birthday. It wasn't the two fire alarms this week that were complete annoyances (Greenville actually had 4 total, 2 in Burritt, 2 in Joy. I'm pretty sure the fire department hates us...), it wasn't dealing with attention seekers, it wasn't spending two days writing a worthless paper, it was me volunteering to drive someone on my birthday that broke me. It was just the last straw I guess. It was about time for me to break though (and by break, I mean cry, just to clarify...). I knew it was going to happen, I've had the thought of finals swimming in my brain, I'm trying to write a paper that I'm clueless about, I'm away from home, I have zero motivation, I'm dealing with being let down by someone I care about and finding out that really I was just letting myself be taken advantage of, I'm stressed and insecure, blah blah blah...anyway, this blog was really just me venting (I changed the title from breaking point to what it currently is so that if people didn't want to put up with me, they could just ignore this). So, thanks for reading the vent. Off to do research for this mystery paper. Wish me luck...Happy December!