Thursday night was silly. I didn't get much sleep Wednesday night and I had a GSA meeting in the morning, which I couldn't skip because I am the president. Then I had to tutor and then I had Advanced Calculus and then I met some friends in the library to study for our Radio Astronomy test. We decided we wanted to drink after the test, so, after the test we went and bought some alcohol then went to one of their houses. It was fun drinking with people where we could talk about physics, math, literature and music. I also felt like I was in a bizarre love-triangle: I used to like him, he seems to like her and she likes me and, well, I probably like both of them a little 
The girl and I slept on the guy's couch but I could not get comfortable at all. I ended up leaving around 7:30am, after trying to get both of them up since they both had class today (I didn't realize his class wasn't until 10:00am and her test wasn't until 10:00am--she has an 8:00am class but was skipping it). So, I came home and slept.
Both of them said I was difficult to read. It was a really interesting point--I mean, I'm always worrying about what people think of me (well, people I care about) and it's really amazing that they're doing the same thing. It's like this one time when a friend of mine told me his teacher thought I hated her. I took her class over a year ago and ended up failing it because I didn't feel like doing the big project at the end of the semester. Who ever thinks that their teachers actually care about what they think of them? I have a friend who is always talking about how his teachers don't like him--it's strange to think that our teachers might be doing the same thing about us!
Anyhow, I am going to go meet some people at the movie theater now.
The girl and I slept on the guy's couch but I could not get comfortable at all. I ended up leaving around 7:30am, after trying to get both of them up since they both had class today (I didn't realize his class wasn't until 10:00am and her test wasn't until 10:00am--she has an 8:00am class but was skipping it). So, I came home and slept.
Both of them said I was difficult to read. It was a really interesting point--I mean, I'm always worrying about what people think of me (well, people I care about) and it's really amazing that they're doing the same thing. It's like this one time when a friend of mine told me his teacher thought I hated her. I took her class over a year ago and ended up failing it because I didn't feel like doing the big project at the end of the semester. Who ever thinks that their teachers actually care about what they think of them? I have a friend who is always talking about how his teachers don't like him--it's strange to think that our teachers might be doing the same thing about us!
Anyhow, I am going to go meet some people at the movie theater now.