Tuesday was a horrible day for a lot of reasons. We heard about the attacks on the radio in Painting, and as the reports grew more confirmed and the news more serious, everyone just kind of... stopped. Everyone became ghosts of themselves as the news spread and worsened; they played live news on the busses, and when they played audio of the chaos in downtown Manhattan, a lot of people cried. Class was ended at noon, and I went home, only to find that Matt's friend who had spent the night had locked the door with my keys and, instead of leaving them under the mat, had taken them. I had to catch the bus back to campus, get a hold of my dad to help (he called a locksmith), and then went back and simply camped out on the porch for an hour waiting for the locksmith to come. Matt showed up at three, right before the locksmith was supposed to be there, and he gave me my keys, which the girl had given to him. And he gave me attitude as if all of it was my fault. Not only that, but since we hardly spend any time together anymore, we said that Tuesdays would be a day for just me and him to do stuff. Well, he came home with Chris in tow, of course. And that hurt the most out of everything. He spends every spare minute of his life with Chris-- he hasn't even spent the night here in our place in weeks-- and I don't mean shit to him anymore.
But in lighter news, Den and I went out to dinner that night to cheer ourselves up, and it was a great time as always. Things are really going fantastic between us... I just wish I could see him more often than a few times a week, but "as much as we can do is as much as we can do, and as much as we can do is enough," as my Dad says. That's apparently a book title. Yeah, I think it's kinda silly too.
Yesterday one of my two tests Friday was postponed a week, and my last class was cancalled. And today-- ^_^ It's nine o'clock and I'm an hour late for the Painting critique we've been preparing for for over a week. I missed my alarm and slept till 8:30, which is when the next bus comes, and so I have nothing to do now but wait until 9:30, get to class at 10 (we end at 10:45), and keep myself from throwing up from anxiety. Would it be more mature of me to go to class and suffer the embarassment, or to skip the class entirely in order not to disturb their critique...?