It's been an eventful weekend.

I spent part of yesterday night reading pregnancy test instructions to a friend. She told me about her fear 5 minutes before the test. I went into responsible-supportive-friend mode. It turned out to be negative. I was the one that looked at the test. Afterwards, my brain actually began to process the situation. It was hard to do anything for the rest of the night.

pregnancy and kids is a big question mark for me, but more recently I've been beginning to appreciate the beauty of it...as well as the sci-fi-there's something inside me growing-fear. In the right time, with a husband, it would be cool to completely love someone you'd never seen and is the size of a fist...who could hear everything you said. Interesting.
My friend kept saying she couldn't have a kid. She had a life planned. If she had a kid, she'd still have a life. Just the unplanned kind. I think things could still have been good. But, I think she was thinking more along the lines of considering abortion...that totally would have tested our friendship.

Valentines was okay. I got another card from my parents. Yeah $20!
Luckily, Alan didn't try anything. He did end up touching my teeth though. I threatened to sing "The Song that Never Ends" he moved to cover my mouth with his hand. What can I say? It was dark in the car and I was smiling. Sigh. No idea how to approach the situation.
Plus, I broke my promise to never let him drive me anywhere again, ever! I forgot. Oops.

Also, I got the biggest shock ever last night when my friend (and future roommate) Rose offered to go to church with me. Her motivation was mainly to avoid being alone on Valentines, but still. I was so scared...she is very far from Christianity spiritually. She seemed to have an okay time. She talked about coming next week...but her motivation seems to be the hot guy that sat behind us...but hey, if she here's the message, God can still work with her heart. We'll see if she goes again.
There was one moment, when Noel (the pastor) was talking about evangelizing, and Rose leaned over to talk to me. I was prepared to talk about her being there, but she asked if it would be okay to run to the bathroom. Moment of paralyzing fear for nothing.

I finished A Room with a View. I still have to edit a stupid outline thingy we have to do. I'm kinda mad about that...irritating outlines should not be done with honors classes in college. I'd prefer professors to just trust me to get it...plus now I need to read near my computer. Hassle.

So the story is now in SUPER-SUCKY territory. It's on to the second page now. But considering I want to give Arch two edited chapter by Friday, I have a lot to go. I am SO not certain of the master/servant relationship. Research isn't proving beneficial. Online, I keep getting syllabuses for Scottish history classes that talk about my issues of concern. Of course the syllabus doesn't give any valuable information. All I can do is wish I attended a different university and be enrolled in that class...or I can hope that the professors write books.
I totally need to work on the story tomorrow...and make it not so sucky. I'm just not getting a quality writing vibe. A Room with a View isn't helping either. So I didn't enjoy it so much, but it was clever...and all I can think is "why can't I write that way? With a crafty narrator and what not."

Quiz Monday. I totally need to study for that too. I need to kick that quiz's butt. I'm worried about my grades in my Spanish classes.