Happy Ending Week

So it's been a stressful week. I faced the results of my first two college tests, in Chemistry and Calculus. I was VERY pleased with the scores, but you know how I am about grades. I had my first college paper due today...in FRENCH. And then I had the typical little nit-picky homework to do for all my classes additionally. I seriously feel as though I have been doing nothing but eating all week long, and pretty much since classes started too.

I've been giving into all sorts of compulsions, left and right. Touching things, skipping over cracks and the darkest parts of floors, organizing and re-organizing everything, stapling my French paper 6 times until it was at a perfect 45 degree angle, brushing teeth and washing hands and invading personal space to fix other peoples stuff...really everything...less the strange ones I have been having to pull the fire alarm at which point I literally run down the hall as far away from it as possible.

Overall...stressful week.

But every week has its end...hence the weekend, and mine started today. I kept optimistic and happy, encouraging everyone of the fact that it is Friday...one week from fall break Friday. And it's homecoming, which is where it all starts.

Our theme is 'Made in the 80's' so pretty much it was awesome. I got all dressed up in an adorable little outfit and went to the pep rally with a few of my hall mates. It was amusing, and I didn't get a t-shirt, but fun all the same. Then the real party started...and by party I mean 80's dance party. I suck at dancing, but there is something about 80's music that makes it alright...even cool...to dance poorly. And so I did. For two hours straight. about 1/2 the time in two inch heels. I got so sweaty and just let EVERYTHING go. I borrowed SWEATBANDS from someone else (I don't know why I accepted the initial offer looking back now.) I moved so much that my outer shirt stretched to 2 times its size. It was so free and fun...just dancing with my friends. I forgot everything and just moved with the beat and screamed along with Whitney Houston until my voice grew hoarse. What could be better?

It's great to have such an ending to a week, even if I do come back to my dorm and realize how disgusting I am and run to the shower before panic can officially set in.

But it was all worth it. =)