Nauseous, much? Ugh, yes. I hate my nervous stomach.

Day one of the semester is is coming to a close and has been decent enough for a first day, in spite of the fact that I've managed to throw up twice and have had multiple moments of nervous nausea. Explanations are to come.

Anyway, I kicked off the day by going to Fin. Aid. and picking up my check. Thank God it was in--I was sure that the university would have screwed me over like they usually do and not given me my check until the following week. However, the full amount was there and is now sitting happy in my bank account (*sigh* oh how happy having money makes me!).
From there I went to my US History after 1877 class. It's a class that has multiple sections and is televised to other rooms on campus as well as other branches of this university in surrounding areas. I was annoyed by where I had to sit (small'ish room in which all the good seats were already taken) because I managed to snag the seat that was the closest to the televised camera. Sooo, I was on the tele for a bit until the professor came in and began her lecture, at which point the camera switched over and began broadcasting her as opposed to me (thank God!). I later ran into a friend who's in the class at one of the other locations that it's broadcast to on campus and she said that she and her boyfriend, Josiah (also a friend--one of my group, one of my besties, if you will. lol) were trying to find me on their TV and then they were like "There she is!" when I took my seat in front of the camera. lol Needless to say I plan to arrive extra early on Wednesday and get a much better seat.

After History my sister and I walked down to Pizza Hut and had lunch. Although it was good, it was a little hard to keep my gag reflexes under control and actually enjoy my meal. The reason for this is as follows:
When I get nervous, stressed, and/or excited about something, I have oral issues, so to speak, and will gag at the thought of ingesting most anything. It's weird and in no way appealing, I know, but we all have our nervous ticks I guess and my stomach happens to be mine.

Now then, why on earth would I be nervous, stressed, and/or excited this early in the day? Well, I got a call while I was in History. And when I got out of class I saw I had a voicemail. So, I listened to it. It was Ryan. Oh my. He seemed very apologetic about things and thanked me for the gift, saying he was "so undeserving" (this is true, is it not?), the gift was so "unbelievably thoughtful," and that he would "do a better job keeping in touch this time", give him a call, etc. He never specifically mentioned the whole "stood you up" issue, though. So, I don't know. Obviously in hunky-dory land I'd like to think everything's golden and jump at the opportunity. However, whatever it is/was that caused him to do away with me, so to speak, is not something that is magically cured and disappears after you're given a gift. And so, I know full well that that call was only out of guilt. And what better way to relieve a guilty conscience than by making things "right"....surface deep, anyway. If he really wanted to keep the lines of communication open and flowing his message wouldn't have told me to call him, he would have said he'd try back later. Or he would have said something along the lines of "Please call me when you have a chance, I'd like to talk." Or even, "Give me a call back. I'm not in classes/busy as these times ________." But none of that. I'm sorry, maybe he is being honest. But if he is then maybe he needs to get a clue and stop putting the ball in the girl's court and making her have to do all the work. I refuse to be the person that "holds the friendship together" anymore. It takes efforts on both parts. So anyway, I sent him a short sweet text in response to his message, telling him I was sorry I'd missed his call, was glad that he likes his gift, and that I hope he has a good semester, too.

At 1:40 I had Marriage and Family. Seems like it's going to be a great class (in spite of the 75+ students in it! Oi!). However, on Wednesday she wants us to introduce ourselves to the class and tell one important/descriptive thing about ourselves. So just what exactly am I supposed to say?...."Hi, I'm Mea. I'm a klutzy dork and public speaking makes me nervous," ? lol I don't know...

After classes and everything my mom, sis, and I went to Target where I bought two hoodies and two shirts (I may return the two shirts....or at least one of them, I have yet to decide).

Hm....I hope tomorrow has lots of good things in store...