nothing is as pressing as the one who is pressing would like you to believe

My parents are watching Knocked Up right now.
I had a crazy weekend.
List style: sleep, across the universe, kelsey's, coffee night, gazebo, grocery store, late night chai with nate, sitting in my room, drive him home, compy, sleep, wake up, sit around, compy, get firewood, thomas picks up cd for nicolita, atascadero for a party, home, see cameron, linneas, chai, walk, hawthorne, home, compy, sleep, wake, clean room, eat, chai, downtown, buy presents, pictures developed, open studios, rudolphs, home, compy, dinner, homework.
I hope you followed that.
So despite all that amazingness, right now i feel stressed. I had no homework besides calculus, and i really dont know why im in that class, because im an idiot. and i had a huge argument with my parents after dinner about college visiting, it was really ridiculous and they kept repeating the same sentences and putting words in my mouth no matter how much i tried to explain myself. so then i went in my room and put on music and sat in the dark, because if the light was on i felt like someone would be able to tell i was pathetic (even though my door was locked so no one would have seen anyways). And I just felt really stressed.
My right shoulder blade is inflamed/hurts...that can't be good.
So I don't know. I'm still in a loving mood.
But I'm sure I looked cool this morning eating a bagel with my iced chai latte standing in the kitchen with the guitar hung around me. (even though I dont play guitar, really.)