Ok...I'm in need of some sympathy...lol.
[rant]
So, I wake up this morning, only to find that my alarm had been unplugged and I had slept through my Statistics lecture/quiz. That was GREAT.
Then, I went to my psych lecture and totally bombed that quiz. Lunch came around, I ran into my boyfriend (who had just gotten back from student health) and found out that he has strep throat - which shed light on the fact that I'd been feeling pretty sick all day and that my throat was kind of sore. We ate lunch, and I was off to psych discussion. That was ok, except for the fact I got lost again (it's only the second time we've met) and walked in late and had to sit in a corner where I couldn't see anything because of the girl sleeping in front of me. Class got over and I went to my weekly Monday hangout - a nice, quiet coffee shop. I did some relaxing and thinking, wrote out some lists of things I need to do, and just had a pretty ok hour. Went to mythology lecture, had my hand cramp up from taking notes all day, and was pretty jittery from the Mocha I had earlier. Went to dinner, which I had to inhale because I had University band practice at 6:30. I get there right as everyone was warming up, sit down, inform the director that my bf won't be there because he's sick, and find out that I didn't get the solo that I have been dying to play since I played "Third Suite" last year in Wind Symphony. Band practice goes ok, and I go to practice for my lesson and jazz band. While taking a break, I run into some friends. The baritone player askes to see my trumpet (My Eclipse) and I let him. He asks me a few questions and informs me that the trumpet looks pretty "cheesy". That hurt...a lot. I love that trumpet...it's my baby. I went back to practice, got frustrated and my chops about died (I had been playing since 6:30 - it was 9:15 when I stopped), and came home to find that I have a slight temperature.
I want to cry...I hate Mondays. [/rant]
Lara