This Stress Will Be the Death of Me

I've been having thee most terrible week ever. Or maybe the best I'm not sure. So first of all (Jubidiah!) at the beginning of the week, the first person I run into in the cafeteria at Brunch is A, like legit almost ran into each other. Then he just walks away like he didn't see me. When I went to sit down my friends tell me he actually did say hi to me but just really softly. I like legit almost passed out. I even spilled my water all over the table. I'm just a wreck. And guess what? You know how Tuesdays are supposed to be my good days? Well my Tuesday was insane. So I was sitting at this picnic/bench apparatus and I put my hand under the table and apparently I disturbed this wasp-like creature cause it's whole family attacked me. I screamed and fell out of the bench and more stung me. I ran all the way to the second floor bathroom. I was stung on my right arm in three different places. My arm is still swollen. Universe why! At least in the cafeteria A came all the way back into the cafeteria to tell me Hi again. Apparently my Hi back was pretty pathetic though. I need to stop talking about him!!! Even though my heart legit stops when I see him. I'm near sighted but I'll see him at the back of the cafeteria perfectly when I just walk in. Is that weird?
Also I lost my identification. I lost my Student I.D. which is also my room key card. I've been running all around the campus looking for it. I still haven't found it and I was late to Trigonometry so I didn't get any credit for the day. I'm going to fail this class and lose my scholarship and drop out of college and die. On the bright side my suite-mates and friends have been thee most amazing people ever. They are hilarious and amazing. I love them so much. They make my life a little less suckish.