Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Wednesday

I am sitting in the LeBaron computer lab waiting for my class at two. It may only be quarter to one, but I met some friends for lunch. I did not see the point in going all the way back to Maple when I was already on central campus. While I am up here, I decided instead of wasting away on Facebook I am going to get some work done. I have four tests next week, and I am bummed because it is Veishea. Not because I want to waste away and party every night, but because there will be a lot of "distracting" things going on. However, I am being the smart person, and doing all my assignments I have due next week this week, so I can study next week only. This is only a plan, we will see if I can get away with just studying next week. It can be said, that I will be basically living in Carver 60. I will have to endure.

As I am typing this, my fingers are working extremely hard. The computers in LeBaron suck. The keys on this keyboard are so terrible and hard to push down. It seems like all the keys are stuck in peanut butter. Some do not even work. Among this issue, another one keeps passing through my mind. My roommate had an "altercation" with her boyfriend last night. This is the second rather substantial argument in the past two weeks, and my roommate has only been dating this guy for three or maybe four weeks. I wonder about this. I have not talked to her about last night, but the time before, sounded like a simple misunderstanding. If this fight is too, then I have a hard time seeing this relationship last. It seems like a lot of tear breaking in such a short period of time. Of course I will have my roommate's back. I have never even met her boyfriend anyway. However, the last time, it was her who made a mountain out of a mole hill. This time is still a mystery. Still, when she is ready to talk about it, I am ready with my advice and words of encouragement. I love when people come to me to talk, and ask for help. That motivates and fuels me. At the same time, I find it difficult to see her so down. Looking at her all teary eyed and puffy faced is tough, because I strive to help people. I hope that it blows over.

With all this happening, my roommate next year, Jess, is bursting with smiles and giggles. This is because her fiance Nick is visiting and has just become a Marine. The past three months, Jess has been dealing with Nick's absence really well. I look up to her for that, she is one tough cookie. However, these past three weeks, I did notice her being a little on edge or rather, stressed. She was trying to get plane tickets to go to graduation and her biology class was giving her a hard time. I kept her in my prayers constantly, and was so glad to see that she got to go to San Diego for Nick's graduation and that Nick is able to visit. When she got back to Ames yesterday, I could tell right when she walked into my room, that she was brighter, happier, and insanely giddy. Heck, if my fiance was existent and just got back from boot camp, I would be crazy smily and happy too. More than I already am. Jess just seems so relieved and I am so glad, that the burden that has been one her shoulders all semester has subsided. I love to see my friends happy. Sometimes the only thing that can lift my spirits when the are "secretly" down is seeing my friends happy. Their happiness rubs of on me and hopefully vice-versa.

I am also pumped to go home this weekend. I have only been home once this semester and everything I talk to my parents, they always ask "when are you coming home?" This time, I could actually say Friday. It's a good thing too. I have 4 tests next week, so this is definitely the last time I am going home for the rest of the semester, therefore, I need to chill and relax. Also, I can move out half my room. Sounds a little dreary, but it will make my actual move out so much easier. Anyway, all the more motivation to make a serious dent in my homework. Most of my homework is a paper and computer science pointless busy work, but I will get it done. I have some serious motivation too.

Well, my fingers are building up some serious muscles typing on this ridiculous key board, and they are crazy tired now. So, I am off to read, work my eyes rather than my fingers. Actually, I really don't know which is worse.