The morning after...

So last night was a night of tears. I found myself on the floor in our local Borders crying, wanting my mother, missing my sister, needing to be home. Naturally I called my mom. My mother has this innate ability to give me hope no matter how miserable I may be-as usual she did. I was sitting on the floor in the test prep section not understanding why I was so sad, and she just knew. It's insane to me when someone else can pinpoint your emotions better than you. I know this was a good move for me, but it is so unbelievably difficult to adjust to such a different culture, such a different family. Sometimes I feel so drained, like all of the dust is gone. Mom did say that I can't be a Pixie all the time.
Not too long after I got off the phone with my mommy, Jacob Erickson, a coworker/friend, showed up. He had seen that I was upset. He picked up all of the MCAT books I had been looking at and quickly went to the check out and paid for them all. He assured me that all was well, gave me a wonderful hug and proceeded to kidnap me. He does not tolerate self pity. So off we went. Panda Express was first... I got some beef and broccoli (yes, I now eat Chinese). But that is insignificant to the story, however, I did get a fortune cookie, it read: A man who has hope has everything. Ok fortune cookie, are you stalking me?
We then proceeded to see Slumdog Millionaire, which was my second movie of the night. But gosh it was good. I had a hard time watching it, but that is the general recuirement of an Oscar winner, is it not? Anyway, it was amazing. I especially liked the scene at the end with the bollywood dancing! That's my kinda film!
After that came the milkshakes which gave me a Pixie sugar rush! I then decided to dance in a parkinglot for hours until I was pooped! So I guess it was a mission success for Jacob!
This morning though... or should I say this afternoon... I just woke up. It was two! Holy Moly. I did not get out of bed until just a minute ago. My entire body hurt. It was that morning after crying pain. So needless to say I missed church. (sad face). Now I am just chilling. Maybe I will go on a drive or do an art project! Bring on the dust Sunday... I have a long week ahead!