What a Week.

This week has been off the wall stressful. I went home this past weekend to see the parents, and my puppy, then returned to three tests and a few hundred homework problems. Sorry Fafa and mom, but that will probably not happen again. I did well on the Biology and Chemistry test, and find out the results of Psych today. It should be interesting :)
I feel like work is taking up way too much time. I really need to step back and reevaluate some finances to see if I can cut hours. 3-10 every night except Wednesdays just seems like a bit much. Let's just say I deserve a relaxing weekend. Haha
I went to my first "small group" meeting on Wednesday, and I love them. I can't wait to share experiences with everyone and be closer to God through them. We have a football game tomorrow night, and I am extremely excited about that. I've really gotten into school spirit this semester and I'm loving it :)
I don't really know what happened to my survival group.. they kind of just dropped off. A couple graduated, so that's expected, but no one else seems to really want to get together. Maybe it's just the wicked test week blues. I wish I had more to write about, or at least a cool story to tell, but unfortunately I am coming up short. I'm sure I'll have lots to tell after this weekend. Y'all have a great one, and stay safe!

Bye Bye Flower :(

Another week is about to begin here at the big ol' school of learnin. *Sigh.
This morning I awoke to a bird chirping outside my window, as the sun streamed gracefully through the tilted shades. I stretched my sore body, (I worked out last night, so I was feeling awfully strong), and proceeded through my morning routine. Cup of coffee in one hand, biology book in the other, I made my way to my balcony where I had planned to admire my flowers. But wait, what's this? Vomit. All over my brand new flower box.
Seriously? Couldn't even make it to the other side of the balcony jerk? I stormed back inside, put on something that looked agressive, and stomped my way upstairs. Bad idea. I should have at least taken someone with me, but in my agressive stupor I failed to grab a roommate to assist in my venture. Boys. Four of them, just chilling on their balcony smoking.
Crap. I thought they were girls living above us.
"Hey guys! So um I heard lots of commotion up here last night, did y'all have fun?" I can hear them walk fairly easily, almost like hippos in the zoo or something.
"Yeah?"
"Well someone threw up in my flower box over the balcony.."
Luckily they were civil about it, and promised to clean it up as soon as they could. I eased my way back to my apartment, and watched as one of their girlfriends made her way through my entrance. *snicker.
I walked out to greet her, as she attempted to clean off the wood with her sanitizer wipes. *Sigh

It was worse than the picture depicts, I'm not just being a baby. haha We ended up not being able to save the flowers, so I tearfully pulled them up to make way for some new ones. Looks like I will not be invited to any of their parties any time soon. Oh well. Stupid Hippos.
On a side note, Tacos for dinner!!
It's a pretty routine week ahead, hopefully it doesn't take as much out of me as this past did.
Oh! And our first home game on Saturday!! I am beyond excited. First deck here I come!
Y'all have a safe week!