Yesterday ended up being almost perfect. School was school and once I got home I messed around for a few hours getting nothing in particular done until I had to get ready to go out.
Which was fantastic. I've got such a good feeling about things with A and it feels like everything's happening properly, just like it's supposed to. Maybe a little slowly, but I'm really impatient so I'm trying to just enjoy the ride, whatever happens. Because once I start to rush I end up getting really impulsive and reckless and just make a mess of everything. So, note to self: patience.
Anyways, the evening was nice even if I did spend almost fifteen euro on drinks >> which I'll probably be repeating tonight. The only thing that really made yesterday bad, other than my not-so-perfect history exam, was when I got home and completely pigged out on pizza. I had already eaten plenty and wasn't even hungry, but there were leftovers and I wanted them. I'm not sure what triggered it, if it was just the drinking or the being too happy from spending the night with A. I didn't really take time to think about it (that much I blame on the alcohol) I just went with it.
But no matter, yesterday was great and tonight will (hopefully) be great and in comparison, what are a few slice of pizza, really?
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