Late

Whew.

I didn't think test week could get much worse. Until they decided not to give us a weekend to relax--they had to post grades two hours after we all clicked "submit". And let me tell you, things were not pretty this time. I have to figure out a better system--something needs to change, or else the graduating class of 2015 is going to be one very small person short! Oh look. I made a pun. Or something. It wasn't very funny.

The next thing was an embarrassing encounter with my roommates's best friend. She has a tumblr blog online, and occasionally Steph will show me stuff the friend has posted. Well, when she did it a few days ago, I asked what the url was so I could check out what other stuff she had. Steph told me that she wasn't allowed to give it out, since it was personal.

My train of thought was, "Are you serious? It's on the internet. Nothing is personal on the internet. All right, I don't want to get you in trouble, I'll just find it myself." And five minutes later, I had. Oh, don't get me wrong, she doesn't have her name up as far as I know--but I knew a website she'd been on, and it was easy enough from there.

And I enjoyed her thoughts. I liked the pictures she posted. But I made the mistake of telling Steph what I'd done. Unbeknownst to me, she thought it her duty as a friend to tell. I've known the other girl's been peeved at me for days, but I thought it was for something else. And when I apologized for the something else, tonight, she confronted me about her blog.

It wasn't the time to argue about her definitions of private, or how I don't really understand where she's coming from--obviously, she felt her right to remain anonymous on a public forum was ignored. And that's the only important thing, I suppose. Even if I don't get it. She's pretty sensitive to stuff like that, and I'm wondering if any chance at a friendship is shot because of it. We'll see.

I'm a bit peeved at Steph, though. Way to throw that one in. Really. I mean, sure, tell her I "violated her privacy" if you think that falls under "best friend" duties. But tell me first. Give me a chance to go to her and tell her myself, apologize, whatever it takes. We're supposed to be friends too, and that was pretty shabby.

And I ended this long and not-what-I-thought-it-was-going-to-be day with yet another mistake. I made an assumption I shouldn't have--and I ended up being really embarrassed. And now I'm curled up on the couch, listening to the quiet of the house and wondering why life is so messy and disappointing sometimes.

Everything is just so much more sad when I'm so tired.