Still Catching Up.

I'll tell you, this is the last time I let myself get so far behind. Mind you, I have been working on a book report, going to class, practice & league bowling, and a few hours of work a week. So as I've said before, free time usually means relaxing. But I'm here now, isn't that all that matters? I'd like to think so. So, this is my third week of catching up. It'll be the weeks of Sunday, June 13 - Saturday, June 19.

Sunday, June 13: This was a boring day at the bowling alley, no offense Chris. I pretty much did homework and Sudoku the entire time. I was sitting so far back that I couldn't see Chris really, and on some days I feel like I'm bad luck and prefer not to watch; so with all that in mind, I just didn't pay attention but every now and then when we came back to say hey to me. It wasn't so bad I guess. I was disappointed though because there was a Mrs. Pac-Man machine that I never played, and it's my favorite arcade game. Oh well. I'll have other opportunities I suppose. I don't remember much else from this day, sorry.

Monday, June 14: All I have written in my notes is "IDK." So, moving on? I think so. [Editor's note: Oh yeah! I forgot about bowling. I bowled a 115, 109, and 81. I don't know what was going on with that. I averaged 101.7, got 1 strike and 7 spares. Eh, it happens.

Tuesday, June 15: My first test in my class. I felt pretty good about it because I had studied a lot. It still wasn't what I expected though. He, being my professor, previously stated that there would be essay and short answer, meaning "two sentences or two words." That being said, I made sure to know two sentences worth of every subject that I figured wouldn't be an essay topic. Well guess what he asks for? A paragraph on the short answers. I was pretty mad, but managed to BS my way through it. I just wrote what I knew and added embellishments. Don't tell me you've never done that. I wasn't the first or the last one done, so I was happy with the time it took me to take it. Then Dad and I ate Chili's for lunch. The chili queso stuff was amazing. I assume the rest of the day was spent with Chris. That's always nice. (To the right is a picture of Chris where it looks like he just has nubs for legs. He didn't realize why I was telling him to stay still until I took the picture.)

Wednesday, June 15: I decided to dress up again on Wednesday. I took a picture in my cute, new outfit and uploaded it to Facebook, and it was a hit! I had so many comments on it, so I decided to share it with you. It was a cute outfit, if I do say so myself. The skirt was one that I bought while in PC with Mom and Bek. Ugh. For some reason I'm having upload problems again. I'll copy all of this when I am done and see if the same thing that worked last time will work this time. Anywho, the reason I was dressing cute was because I was going to eat lunch with Mel, who I hadn't pretty much seen since like May! She was on a mission trip in Belize, and, don't tell her I said this, but I missed her. I mean, when you go with living with someone for, like, nine months, two plus weeks apart is pretty rough, just saying. So, we made plans to eat at one of our favorites, Moe's! It was delicious, of course. And we got a surprise, Kyle and Chris had lunch that day, too, and decided to visit us when they got done eating. So it was the four of us, just like last summer at Mellow Mushroom. It was cool. That night, I went to Calvary. I saw Jacob and Kerry for the first time since last summer practically, so that was cool too. It was just a day of reuniting I guess.

Thursday, June 16: Definitely not a good day for me, at all. First off, on my way to school, I exited at the wrong exit. Why? I have no clue. Thankfully, I leave my house earlier enough so I have room for something bad to happen. But gosh. It got me freaking out at like 930 AM. Not a good feeling. Secondly, I had school. We got our tests back (That was quick, huh? Considering they're ESSAY and all. If you can't tell, I don't think he spent enough time on them, you'll soon find out why.) Keep in mind that I thought I had a chance of an "A" but most likely about an 85. What did I get? A FREAKIN' 78! What the heck?! I basically looked back over it again and again throughout the lecture. I just couldn't believe it. Not to mention this guy has the worst hand writing known to man, and I couldn't read the notes he wrote on it. Once class was over, I went up to ask him what one of the words was that he wrote down on my Napoleon essay that I just knew I dominated it, but somehow got, like, seven points taken off of. This was a mistake. To be honest, I don't think he knew what it was either. He kept saying what it said, and I refuted with "I did write about that [points to it in the essay]." Finally, after asking me questions and such, he decides that it says "Waterloo," referring to the Battle of Waterloo. I again told him that I wrote about that. I had said a lot about it. Apparently I was specific enough when I said the allies, so that costs me seven points? Geeze, that sure is dumb! He kept asking me questions though, and there is no way that he couldn't see in my eyes that I was getting upset. With two other people in the room, he finally asked something that I couldn't think of an answer for, and I burst into tears like a dumb cry baby. Ugh! I can't stand how sensitive I am. It drives me crazy. I told him that I felt put on the spot and I didn't know the answer to his question, and all that I wanted to know was what the word said! He looks back at my grade and says, "It's okay. You made a 78, that's almost a B." ARE YOU KIDDING ME DUDE?! ALMOST A B, ISN'T A B. THAT DOESN'T HELP. I quit making eye contact and just nodded my head, doing all that I could to just get my test back and leave. I left the room hyperventilating. Seriously Courtney, SUCK IT UP! I called my mom and ended up sitting in the parking lot in my car for like fifteen minutes before I felt good enough to drive to work. I didn't have an appetite at that point for lunch, of course, I got one a little later. Ha, I was stressed okay? Don't hate. Work was good to keep me busy, but I still felt awful. I didn't want to bowl that night, just knowing I was going to do badly with the way the day was going. I bowled a 115, 101, 121. Not too bad I guess. Besides the fact that I only got one strike, in my last game! I also got 9 spares, one of them being picking up a 1, 5, 10 split. I was proud, and everyone congratulated me. That was about the best part of my day, besides seeing Chris, of course.

Friday, June 18: I went to work that day. I don't remember much about that (Except for the above picture. This is our "mascot" Max. He enjoys sunbathing.). I went bowling with Kyle, Ethan, and Ethan's friend Chris. It was the first night of Christian extreme bowling. A joke, but fun none the less. The band wasn't that good, but props I guess to them for doing it. I couldn't do that. I bowled a 113, 106, 132, 118, 120, and a, get this, 159! Woo. I got seven strikes and twenty-two spares. Yeah buddy. It was a good night.

Saturday, June 19: I hung out with Chris. (Aren't Chris and Jessie the cutest! [see above]) Ate Sonic. And went to Michaels and then painted with Mel. That's all I have written down. (To the left is us at Michaels, and to the right is Mel's final product for our paintings for our apartment.)

So there you have it. A pretty fun week, minus the tears. I'll write more soon, I hope.

-peace.

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