Friday the 13th met all expectations.

I find it extremely rewarding when I have excellent days on Friday the 13th - it makes me feel like I'm sticking it to the man!  Not today.  Today, the man was keeping me down.  

There were many bright, joyful moments that served as valuable helpings of silver lining.  But it's less effective when the mind is so ridden with turmoil.  It's difficult quantifying how stressful and exhausting things have been, especially when I realize that I've only been back in Merced for five days.

'What the flip, if I'm going through this much after only five days back, how in the hell am I going to survive the next five months?'

It got a little overboard, so I just packed all of my things and spontaneously ran for it.  I'm now at the beautiful leisure of being away from everything in Merced, even if it's only for one day.  I just need to gather myself and mentally prepare myself for the upcoming semester.

And I'm expecting it to be a bitch.

Meanwhile, a novel experience with merit for documentation via Xanga: Events tonight included - first time at a bar was also my first time getting hit on at a bar!

"So now you're just going to leave without getting my number? That's how it is?"
"Yep!  That's how it is.  Bye, man."
Then I walked away with a wink. 

Ha!