A Day in the Life

Warning:
this is not a directed post. it may or may not have rhyme or reason. these are thoughts that were thought and i needed to get out.
To begin: I'm watching this movie "Das Leben der Andere" crap. boring crap. not my style. I don't want to watch this, and I'm not.
I just got back from Florida yesterday. The drive back was long, we had to stop and rest. It was nice though, I got a lot of quality time with Sarah and hopefully she's not so full of contempt. There were a couple rough patches while we were in Florida. I love her.
Aarushi has been confiding in me with her problems, of which, I am selfishly of little help. I understand that, but I feel like any more stress on my brain might kill it.
I cried four times today. The first time was before class, because I missed Aaron.
The second time was during Environmental Conservation, because my professor announced the exam a week from today, which, much to my chagrin, lands on the same day as my econ exam. the two classes I'm doing the worst in, midterms on the same day. I can't handle it. I just can't. I feel like I'm drowning. Also, I don't particularly care about either of the classes at the moment, especially econ, which I have absolutely NO interest in. Environmental Conservation I at least care about the subject matter, but don't particularly like the teaching methods. Whatever. Good luck to me.
The third time was while I was talking with Aarushi. I felt like a bad friend, and it was tough. Especially because I wanted to talk about my trip to Florida and unload my problems a little, but felt even more selfish because she sounded like she was having somewhat more confusing worse problems. I'm a bad person.
The fourth time I cried was on the phone with Aaron. That's embarrassing, but I think that was a result of all of the above also the fact that I was whining, an activity I've been working to eliminate from my life. And to Aaron nonetheless.

To continue: My dad has a girlfriend. Kate. Haven't met her, but he sure likes to brag about her. I'm happy that he's happy (I think) and I recognize that it's good for him. I still don't know how I feel about it...I feel almost like he's betraying my mother, which is a fact that's not founded in any fact or rational emotion other than the fact that she's lonely, too. Maybe it's normal. I guess 16 years of being single is enough, and more is too much to ask from someone. Again with the cliché.

I guess that is all for now, I have homework I should be attempting to do...I just want to sleep. I feel depressed.