This past week has been literally un-freaking-believable. I told work I couldn't come in at all this week (I was only scheduled two four-hour shifts, but whatev) because I had so much to do. My huge senior seminar thesis was due Wednesday afternoon, and so I literally spent every single free moment cranking out 50 pages and making a table of contents and a cover and all that crap. And usually when people say "I spent every single free moment" doing something, they're exaggerating. But I'm not. I'm totally cereal about this. And! Also on Wednesday I had a developmental psychology final and a russian fairy tales final. So you see, I was living the college dream of not showering for days (because I had no time, not out of laziness) and eating Cheerios for every meal of the day. And I didn't have enough time to study for psych as much as I wanted. So, I feel fabulous after turning in my fiction project. I head off to psych, go through the first page of questions, and realize I've skipped three of the five. I go back to them at the end, but really? Not good. Confidence level basically plummeted at that point. And if I don't pass that test, and get a decently solid C on it, I probably won't pass the class and probably won't graduate. But I won't know until after the ceremony. So how flipping fantastic is it that I have to walk, toss my damn hat in the hair, and possibly not graduate? Yeah. Real flipping fantastic.
But alas. Yesterday was a great day in spite of all that. Stephen and I planned to go down to Mellon Arena to sit on the lawn and watch the game on the big screens outside. But since he's a master haggler, he got us amazing tickets for an amazing price. And I've never been more excited in my life. I took pictures with the blackberry, but since it's a freaking piece of crap, it won't upload them and keeps telling me there's an error. I don't think it's ever uploaded pictures very well, and it's pissing me off. But the game went to three overtimes and there were so many amazing, great moments. I've never been so into a game. It was unreal, how intense it was. My throat was killing me when we left and it's still pretty hoarse today. Stephen had to wake up at 3 AM to go to work but we stayed the whole time. Dedication, man. It was such a fitting way to leave Mellon Arena, since we'll probably never step food inside again before they demolish it. We saw almost two whole games. Still in awe. We probably shouldn't have spent that money last night on tickets (it was kind of bill money, lol) but I told him several times last night that it was probably the best decision we've ever made. I would do it again in a heartbeat, even though we lost. But it's ok. Game tomorrow. That's when it ends for good.
*See first paragraph