So, I checked yesterday, fairly immediately after I posted my excitement over hitting 2222, only to see that I had missed the mark by one view. I got to see 2223, but that only made me annoyed that I missed 2222. Oh well. I'll closely watch for 3333.
I'm currently in the middle of a personal crisis. Not a personal one, but I'm having a fairly legitimate fake panic attack. I may or may not have failed my first philosophy quiz. By 100%. I think that the quizzes and tests get graded long after I submit them, and I'm pretty sure that the cursory grade I'm seeing right now reflects the fact that I answered the questions rather than the correctness of my answers. Mostly because I'm confident in the fact that I got them all right. But it's not stopping me from freaking the fuck out over a possible bad grade.
Tosh and I worked out for like, two hours last night. We got rained out of our run, so we played workout games on the Kinect and had a blast. I missed out on studying with Stevie last night because she didn't get my texts in time, but I had a shitload more fun playing the Kinect with Tosh (if it turns out I really DID fail that quiz, guess what I won't be doing ever again? Yeah. Anything fun). It takes photos of you at the times it thinks you're going to look the most ridiculous, and it was right on the nose for our pictures.
I rocked it out here at work yesterday, so I had nothing to do today but study. I'm taking a break to write this and tell Amber about my freak out regarding my possible joke of a quiz-taking. I still have my business quiz to take, my math homework(s) to finish, and my math quiz to take. I also have about six chapters to read, but I can get those done over the next few days.
I fell asleep on the floor last night. Not even my own floor. I was hanging out with Allen, and I just kind of...gave up. I laid down on the floor and he kicked me awake thirty minutes later. Because he's a good friend. I told Allen that if I'm this fucking tired after my first week, that it doesn't bode well for the rest of my career. He told me that I'm being ridiculous, it's my first week and I'm getting used to it.
In two hours, I have to go home, change, go pick up Allen, and then go to Tosh and Ryan's for game night. Yay!! Ryan came by the office this morning and picked up Balderdash. I was telling Tosh yesterday that I would much rather sit with my friends at someone's house, drinking and playing board games, than go out and slam drinks in some shitty, loud, sweaty club. I am 100% ok with this.
Last night, on my way over to Allen, was possibly the most gorgeous I've ever seen Colorado look. It had been pretty fucking rainy and ugly while I was at Tosh's, but when I left...perfection. The clouds were still in the sky, but they parted beautifully over the mountains. Thick, hazy beams of sunshine fell over the peaks of the mountains, the sky was a fantastic cornflower color, and best of all, a murmuration of starlings flew over. It brought to mind one of my favorite words. Bucolic. It only sort of fit the scene, but I thought about it just the same.
I'm going to study for my business quiz now. I left my business notebook with all of my chapter notes at home on my desk, so, due to my extreme panic over this philosophy quiz, I just decided to start from scratch for my business quiz and redo the entire chapter. It can't hurt. I've been delaying taking all of my quizzes, because I'm so terrified of doing poorly on everything. I'm such a horrid over-achiever, and I cannot bear the thought of anything less than perfection, that I'm petrified of even trying. But, fuck a whole lot of that noise now. I broke the first ice block. I've got this.
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