You know, for a day that didn't start out the greatest, it sure didn't end up too badly!
Let's start from the beginning: I woke up. Granted, that part wasn't too terrible, because 1) My first class is at eleven am, and 2) My alarm goes off at nine forty-five (which is not bad, not bad at all). So that was not how the morning started off badly. Well, I take that back.
Part of my dream last night involved my ex-boyfriend, who is still in high school & who I also no longer talk to. However, that is a story for another day, or possibly not at all. Anyhow, that was the main reason why morning started off not well. Having him in my dream just pissed me off to no end, because it didn't make sense why he was there in the first place.
Then, while getting ready for class, I'm putting on my makeup. Eyeliner, concealer-type stuff for under my eyes, and I decide to go a little crazy and put on some red lipstick (daring, I know). So, I put some on. Then I close the tube and blot, decide I need a little bit more, and when I open the tube (not different from any other time I've opened it by the way), the whole freakin' lipstick detaches itself and pretty much jumps out of it and lands on the counter. I was not happy about this for a few reasons, and they are: 1) This tube of lipstick was $26. Now, I don't usually spend this much on makeup of any kind, but I had a gift card (which I forgot to use on the purchase, stupidly), and I had wanted it for a while, because I wanted a red lipstick & I like the brand. And 2) This was only about the third time I'd ever worn it. So I just grumble about, put the lipstick back into the tube and put it on my shelf, finishing my getting ready portion of the day more than a little frustrated.
Add in the fact that there were supposed to be tests in choir on how well we knew our parts, and I was not a happy camper.
So I continued to go to my first class. Then to the dining hall because hungry. Ate a chicken patty (which made me slightly happier) and some cereal, then went back to the room to practice my part in Haydn's freakin' Mass. Seriously, that thing is crazy long and we have to know ALL of it.
After practicing, it came time to actually go to choir. When I got there, I was sitting in my seat going over my part in my head when some guy gets up from his seat a row back and sits next to me in the empty seat beside me. He says, "Are you in Anthropology? At four?" I was startled, so I just said, "Yeah..." We then proceed to talk about what the assignment actually was that was due on Monday, and the class in general. Then he asked me what I was in choir for, for fun or for a major, and I said that I was Undeclared and I missed choir (though not at that moment, because Mass). He said he was a guitar major and had to take the choir for four semesters, and that this semester was his last one. At the end of our relatively short conversation, he said, "My name's Stephen, by the way." "I'm Tess, nice to meet you." He started to say something, then stopped. Then, "I was gonna say see you from a distance later, but that would be creepy." I laughed and he sat down.
I don't know, guys. It was a weird little moment, but that was the first time anyone's just come up and started talking to me. It felt nice to be noticed, I guess, because I'm not, usually. So, needless to say that made my day a little brighter. (Along with the fact that the instructor thought we did better than on Monday and decided not to make us get up and sing by ourselves, hooray!)
After that it was just a normal day. I got an iced Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks, on which they wrote a name that looks nothing like mine, walked back to the dorm and pretty much just waited until Anthropology. I saw him there, but I don't know if he saw me because we were all the way across the room from each other. Plus, I was looking.
So that's how my day flipped from being dreadful to not bad at all. It's the little things, guys. Remember that, and you'll be golden.
Stay excellent. :)
P.S. I also got a box-full of twinkle lights & snacks from my parents, so that wasn't a bad thing either.
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