Stuff (because I don't Know what To title This...)

I just ate a tomato. Yep, me. Ate a tomato. I bought a salad with cheese, chicken and cherry tomatoes on it, and I thought, 'I am going to eat that tomato.' Result: disgust. Tomatoes are gross. I think I could deal with them if they were more like red peppers. It's the slimy inside stuff I can't cope with. I probably could deal with peppers. Maybe even like them. But tomatoes. Unless they're on bruschetta.
Apart from my horrid relationship with tomatoes, I want to share about the fact that I had a bad Tuesday. I thought that my ride to my clinical was coming later than it actually did, so it left without me (totally my fault. sigh.) and I was late to my clinical. Luckily, the teacher I work with was super cool about it, and was glad that I was safe (I had to walk part of the way). And then in my Schools and Society class, I was called on to answer a question that I had JUST talked about five minutes earlier, but I couldn't come up with an answer. I was paying attention when my group was talking about the issue, but it just left my head the minute I went back to my seat. When I attempted to answer, the majority of what I said were sentences that I failed to finish. I finally said, "That's a good question. I am sorry, I don't feel good (which was true: headache, lack of food causing lightheadedness, and neck pain)." So then my professor allowed me a "life line" and asked someone else to answer the question. Maybe the fact that I wasn't feeling 100% was a large contributor to why I was unable to answer, but I still felt like a huge idiot. When I tell people, though, I feel like it is not as bad as it is in my head. I feel like a lot of the time in this class, I am not making any sense and have trouble with connecting my thoughts to certain ideas/concepts and prior reading material. I felt like this today when one of my friends was like "How does that connect to this?"
Speaking of 'friends', I feel like ever since the issue I had with my last roommate, my self-confidence has both increased and decreased at the same time. This is actually really hard to admit. I think it all depends on the mood that I am in. Sometimes I feel kind of awkward around some of my friends/when I text them, and sometimes I don't. I think my issue is that the people I hung out with before didn't care at all, and so I don't know when I am pestering people and when I am not, and I am not exactly good at asking people to hang out/get together/etc. And when I share things like this, I feel like I am holding a little personal pity-party. Which is not what I mean to do.
This is not how I meant for this post to go.
So, on another note, today I ran into my old roommate and some of my past friends coming into Anderson this morning. All of them except my roommate said hello to me, which leads me to believe that they believe that my side of the argument that my roommate and I had to be somewhat valid. if they didn't, they wouldn't even say hello. This I find interesting. I don't necessarily have the grudge that I did, but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't be angrily in shock if they decided to ask me if/why I was mad at them.
On other note (a happier one too; this is turning out to be a lot more negative than I planned...), I didn't really study for my religion quiz as well as I could have the other day, and I came into class hoping to do better than I expected (but we get to drop one quiz grade; the professor has seven quiz grades in his gradebook and we take eight), and he announced, "In lieu of talking about grace yesterday, everyone who showed up to class today gets an A on the quiz and you don't have to take it."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Talk about luck.
He gave us the answers and said that the material would be on the final. But hey. Wow.
And now I am sitting here eating string cheese and planning to watch the BBC version of Robin Hood. My parents got me addicted to the show. (Thanks, Mom and Dad.) And I have to do more homework. Such is my life.
The End. Bye until next time!