K, Really?

I am having a terrible night. I won't say it's the worst night because, believe me, I've had SO much worse. BUT this night is very frustrating. First, there's a guy I think I'm interested in. Problem: he is meant for my roommate. They were supposed to go on a date and fall madly in love. That's what was supposed to happen. That date hasn't happened yet, they've only talked a little, but I think she likes him so I can't break the rules and actively chase after him so I just have to wait and see if he decides he likes me. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure I may start liking him. Second, the guy my friend is trying to set me up with and I still haven't had an actual conversation because there always seems to be some conflict, such as tonight, when they were all watching The Office so of course the two of us couldn't have deep conversations. In fact, I'm not sure he even looked at me. Again, I could easily see myself liking him IF we ever get around to talking. Third, the really cute guy I met and chatted with in my biology class, whom I later added on facebook, received an accidental message from me while I was playing around with my roommates. Yeah, that's right. I was playing around, saying "this is what I should say" and laughing... then oops... I hit send. It wasn't even a whole message! It was half a message! So, of course I had to finish it, or else he might think I'm sincerely mentally handicapped. Yeah, my togetherness and maturity astound even me. Fourth, I drove my roommates, the one that HAD swine flu and the one that HAS swine flu to Wendy's, which was closed, then to another Wendy's, which was also closed, and finally to Burger King, where my debit card was, for some reason, declined... lucky for us, the nice boy running the register gave us half our food for free. He's an angel. Now that I am back in my apartment, realizing I am course, unrefined, immature, bad with money, forgetful and, in general, losing it, I finally remember that I have a test tomorrow, which I haven't REALLY studied for, a 7:30 class (sleep? I don't think so) and I get another lovely batch of papers to edit from a class of students who are also having terrible nights as they try to throw something together in time to hand in to some young girl they've only met once. Oh, and the icing on my cupcake of a night? I get to tell them why their papers are bad and how they can improve and listen to them justify why they only turned in one paragraph and why I should write their paper for them. I hope only 3 are late this time.

Although tonight is frustrating and, admittedly, not my finest, I have had worse. Calling Child Protective Services on my mom? Worse. Telling my parents I have HPV? Worse. Getting the cops called on me by my "best" friend? Worse. I could go on, but really the nostalgia is making me a little sick to my stomach. Or maybe that's the cold pizza that's keeping me up while I study for this test. At any rate, I hope tomorrow goes better.