I am so happy at my college. I can't stress this enough. I love the location, I love the people and I love the life. At times, although, it can be overwhelming and exhausting, but I would take it over being in the middle of nowhere and the only entertainment being drinking. It's finally lost its appeal to me. More because Patrick was hospitalized last Friday and it was so, so, so scary. He was unable to form coherent sentences, nor tell us what he was studying or where he lived (however, he strangely was very capable in rattling off his student ID number).
I had come back from transporting myself to Mars and hung out with Jessica and Hunter in my room. It was a lovely time, really, just chilling relaxing to music. I was kind of upset because Evan's girlfriend didn't really like me at the time (we're working things out as I type this) so I didn't want to stay over at his room. Not that anything would have happened between us, but I didn't want her to infer anything. We're just really good friends. I like Evan a lot, and I think he deserves the world. Teresa, however, thought that he still liked me and was rather upset that we were hanging out again. I said hello to them both and I got the coldest reception from her. She was later arguing with Evan and she said, and I quote, "Why don't you go snugs with Caroline?" and walked away.
It was uncool, especially because I don't like Evan in that manner. I just care for him a lot. He comes to talk to me a bunch and that Friday, he started crying. He was so distraught over Teresa and I felt so bad. They worked it out, though, and I'm glad. Teresa invited me to sit with her and Sarah at lunch so that was lovely. I got to talk to them about television and music and we're probably going to hang out this Thursday (with all things implied about a Thursday evening).
But anyway, I walked back from Evan's room that Friday and when everything started happening, I went to Hunter's room to help him out. He had come back and said that Will and Patrick had gotten arrested for public intoxication, however, Joe has no idea what he's talking about, so there's that. They were fine, just nowhere to be found until they barged into Hunter's room. Patrick and Will finished a whole bottle of Jack Daniel's together and then subsequently smashed the bottle all over the floor. God, I hate drunkards.
I was being matronly to Patrick, who was in tears, too. I told Hunter to get help because Patrick was so bloody sick. He was vomiting for two hours, unable to move from his bed unless it was to the toilet. The night was later filled with security and this EMT guy. He was carted out by an ambulance and I told Hunter to give me three seconds to put on pants, but they left before I could get back. He was at the Presbyterian Hospital until 8am. Patrick didn't come back until noon the next day. He said that they kept sticking him with the needle, about twenty times, because his blood wasn't flowing. He has yet to call his parents, which is fucking dumb because they're going to receive a bill in the mail with no explanation. He broke his phone, too, in his drunken antics.
One of the RAs had to do a write up, and I don't think it'll end in punishment just because I think there's like a health amnesty thing or whatever. But when Hunter heard that there was a write-up, he started to tear up which was more shocking than anything.
Saturday, me, Jess, Alex, Leah, Javier and Hunter went to the Brooklyn Night Bazaar which was worth every moment we spent in the rain and on public transportation. There were a bunch of stands selling all kinds of simple jewelry, teas and clothes. The food was really tasty, and the music was awesome (King Holiday was a personal favourite of mine). Darwin Deez was playing that night, too, but he wasn't to go on until 12:30 AM and we needed to get back before the one train really crapped out on us. Alex ended up meeting him so it wasn't a total waste, you know?
We all got dressed up real nice for it. Like dresses, makeup, shit like that. Jessica had a ball doing my makeup and I enjoyed putting on a dress and accentuating my feminine body for once. Hunter walked in to my room when we were about to leave and was speechless. So, that was kind of nice.
I don't really know if I'm developing feelings for Hunter, but I really hope not. I like being friends with him and I don't want to ruin it.
But then again, it would be nice if I liked a nice guy for once. Even though he gets on my nerves sometimes.
In other news, I think I might be an English and Economics major with a minor in sociology. I just need to surpass the whole calc part of economics. I have faith in myself, but I don't want to lose my scholarship at the same time.
I feel like I'm always writing a paper for one of my classes this semester. I don't mind it, but I just kind of want to veg out at night. It's really difficult.
I'm just really lazy, honestly.
I have Chinese in an hour and I'm just really tired. I have orchestra from 7:15 until 8:45. It's like my day never ends.
In unrelated school news, my OCD is back. Or perhaps I wouldn't say "back"; it's more of a flare-up than anything. I realized it's triggered when I lose order and control on things in my life, in addition to my awful germaphobia. I know I should see someone about it and I don't know, get medication or whatever. But I don't want medication for it. I don't want to talk about it, but I know I should. I've had two panic attacks in the past month alone and they are the worst. I can't even explain them to people without breaking down into tears.
I'm so blessed to have a roommate who gives a damn about me. She's called me during my panic attack and calmed me down.
Like always: I need a nap.
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