Slogging through the week

It's finally friday which means I have the afternoon off to go take care of the birds and then drive to Houston to see my love. Billy tells me we're going to Numbers tonight, fun times! I'll probably spend the rest of the weekend studying. This week was pretty boring. I think the only highlight was seeing one of my classmates get hit by a car. (She's ok, just a few bruises.) Last night I had dinner with a few friends. I miss the silly girl chatter; it's nice to have people to hang out with again. All of my classmates are going to a casino night fundraiser for our class on Friday, except for me of course. I have gotten no small amount of hassle for skipping out on it. But the tickets are $25 each, I don't like gambling, and it would mean i have to miss seeing marc for three weeks. Not gonna happen. And I don't mind the constant pressure put on me by the ticket sellers. They have a quota to make and they're just doing their job. But for some of my other classmates to grill me about why I'm not going and telling me that I'm not supporting my class. I wanted to scream at the last guy. But I kept smiling and told him in a sweet tone of voice that I'm an antisocial bitch and I don't like seeing my classmates outside of school. Then I went back to reading my magazine. Dumbass.