Stressed Out to the Max, Yo

So this week has been rather stressful, if I do say so myself. It doesn't help that Valentine's Day is a mere day away!

Here's the deal.

Monday, I woke up from a terrible dream that gave me more worries than it should have. The past can fuck you up, but it's also just the past. It's already happened, so why should I let it hold me back? Sure, maybe the last guy was terrible. A handsy, horny, teenage boy who didn't respect me enough to break up with me before sleeping with someone else. But that doesn't mean that the new guy will be like him. He isn't like him. He is by far the best guy I've been with and that's not an understatement. I've had a pretty rocky past with the choosing of the men. This kid though... He opens doors for me, he didn't go out with his friends because he wanted to hang out with me, he respects my boundaries, he respects me in general, he has all the qualities on the lists of like chivalrous boyfriends or whatever that most girl bloggers write about. He's a good egg. 

I woke up with a lot of insecurities, and I'll admit, I handled it fairly poorly. I was super emotional to begin with, mind you I only got maybe 3 hours of sleep and didn't eat a majority of the day. It was going to be rough. Luckily, regardless of my poor handling, I managed to talk it out with him and I realized that I'm being incredibly ridiculous. 

Tuesday, while being better with my boyfriend, was worse with class. I realized how ill-prepared I am as a molecular biology major when I noticed that the bioenergetics problems were kicking my ass. Which thus ensued a slight breakdown before heading to Poultry Science lab, where I zoned out while discussing biosecurity.. 

Today wasn't bad actually. I'm more at peace with the fact that this is a stressful week. But my weekend begins tomorrow after I finish the history test. Then I can go back to my dorm. I can nap. I can get prepared for Friday by doing my nails or spray tanning my legs, thanks to Sally Hansen for helping the pasty people out. I can even just watch an excessive amount of television by myself. 

But right now, I'm finishing up this entry, listening to Whitney Houston very loudly and getting prepared for bed. I have an intense desire to watch About Time. Rachel McAdams is just perfection.