Open the Floodgates

Back into my normal routine i woke up at seven to make my bodies and burials class. It passed relatively uneventfully, and I was eager to be out of it. Before I headed for my apartment during my three hour break I checked my mailbox for a package slip. I had been expecting my Easter package for a good while now, and my curiosity and desire for candy were making me extremely impatient. Today was my lucky day, it had finally arrived. I practically skipped up the stairs to pick it up from the business office. It was big :)waiting to open it in my apartment nearly killed me, but I made it, and it was worth the wait. My mood had significantly improved with the arrival of the package and it only magnified when I opened it. I received a jar of peanut butter (practically my life source) a jar of nutella, which I found funny as the U.S. imports it from Europe, and nutella is in every grocery store. I also had a reeces peanut butter egg, dove truffle egg, four plastic eggs filled with jelly beans and malted milk eggs, blueberry gummies shaped like assorted cute critters, and a hollow chocolate bunny. My Easter package even came with a small Easter basket complete with fake shredded shiny grass. Most excitingly I had a pocket sized wooly willy. I immediately ate most of the jelly beans and malted milk eggs saving the bigger items for later. I amused myself with the wooly willy showing him off to Stu during our afternoon/ early morning chat. He had never even heard of one before. I went back to school for a quick afternoon Italian lesson and was soon back in my apartment with the daunting task of writing my second and final opera paper. I started in and it was slow going. My motivation was lacking and the bad news of the previous day was finally setting in. I spent hours writing only a few pages and finally gave up around page five, about halfway through. I hadn't run out of things to write about, something many of my classmates struggled with. I simply couldn't focus enough to finish. I spent the next hour agitatedly waiting for Stu to finish his day of work so we could talk. I was hoping that he would be able to set my mind at ease. By the time we began webcamming I had started crying. Poor Stu he had never witnessed this (what was once a) rare event. He was stuck trying to console me through the cold confines of technology. he made a valiant attempt to cheer me up that only resulted in my tears turning to sobs. The lack of sleepover the weekend, the stress of completing my paper on time, and the death in the family made for an extreme release of emotions that were too much for my poor boyfriend to deal with on his own. Luckily he knew just what I needed, and called in reinforcements. My brother. Stu called Johnathon and told him I needed to talk to him. I was upset at first because I didn't want Johnathon to see me cry. I quickly dried my tears, before he got online. Stu was right, Johnny had me laughing and cheered up sooner that I could have imagined. Seeing and talking to him did me a world of good. Our relationship showed no weakness even from across the world. After Johnathon had to go I talked with Stu for a short amount of time and thanked him for calling Johnathon. I accepted the fact that my paper was going to be late, and went to bed in hopes of a few hours of rest before my early morning class.