Bad Week

I went home over the weekend to see my family since it was my birthday. That was good, we went out to Friendly's. On saturday I picked up a cake for my dad from the bakery and we all went out to an extended family dinner. Maryann slept over and then Sunday was my dad's birthday. My Uncle Brian and Aunt MaryEllen brought Kate and I back to campus. Unfortunately when I had all of my stuff unpacked from Uncle Brian's car, I noticed my keys were missing. Luckily Brittany had just arrived as well so she kept the door open for me when I came up. I unpacked all my bags and my keys were still nowhere to be found. Then I remembered that I had put down my purse and a couple bags to pick up the fish, so I probably left them on the car seat. Sure enough, I called my mom and that's where they were. So my mom sent my keys up through the library system so they should be here this afternoon. I don't know how people lose their keys. It sucks. My goldfish died too, probably because I didn't clean the little plastic things I used to distill the water. They probably had soap in them or something so the goldfish died from contaminated water. I dunno.
So of all the things that could stress me out in college, it was an English paper. That in itself wouldn't be so bad except that when I stress, I eat. A lot. When I eat too much, my stomach gets too full later on so I end up throwing up. So this morning around 8 or so I wake up and sit there feeling like I'm going to puke. Sometimes I don't always puke even though I feel like I do so I was hoping that would be the case this time. However, I knew it wouldn't because the feeling was so strong that I was afraid if I moved I would throw up. So I sat there just hoping it wouldn't happen but of course, it did. I sat there with my hand to my mouth when I threw up. I was kind of hoping that that would be it, but more came so I had to put my mouth into the closest blanket and just throw up into that. Thank goodness Brittany didn't wake up until the end so she didn't see anything (that I know of) and asked if I was okay. I told her that I ate too much and I'd be fine, but I quickly got down off my bed (possibly record time) and quickly walked to the bathroom as if I had to puke again. I went to the sink when I got in there and just washed out my mouth, or attempted to. I came back to the dorm and grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and a wash cloth and brushed my teeth and wiped down my face. My mouth still tastes gross and it's 2 1/2 hours later. I think once Brittany gets back from class around 11 I might take a shower, since my keys are MIA right now. That way I can wash down the blanket without having it be obvious or mixed in with my other clothes. Well anyway, time to get back to my essay and finish it before I have to leave for Chinese class. Here's to hoping my week can't get any worse.