A girl from my high school class wrote to a few of us yesterday. She said she'd like to have a reunion thing sometime soon and asked if we could send out our info. I had fun with it and sent her something back. I was debating on whether or not I could tell her I was an Nascar Driver and that I took care of my chicken farm on the weekends but ultimately, I decided that wouldn't be cool - she'd only believe that kinda story at the 20 year reunion.
I felt so sick with anxiety from Wednesday to Sunday last week because of that stupid test I had to take on Saturday. I have never, in my 23 years, felt that way about a test before. I mean, I've been nervous but not to the point where I actually felt ill. That's so weird! I don't get it!