So, there's a guy openly carrying a huge knife at school...

I approve of knives but that's not smart.
I don't know where to begin.  Chronologically makes the most sense, I guess...
To begin with, and this is for me more than anybody who reads this, I'm okay.  Everything will work out.  I honestly believe that.
I got drunk at work last Saturday.  They had these fruity drinks, and there was leftover stuff in the dispensers, so I had some and scooped some fruit out of the top.  It tasted kind of weird, but I finished it and then asked if there was alcohol in the mix.  My supervisor said yes, there was sangria in there.  That's where I started the stupid part.  I drank a lot of that stuff.  It wasn't incredibly alcoholic, but I hadn't eaten anything since that morning and I did drink quite a lot - 3 or 4 large glasses - and I got a little buzzed.  I called Ben when I got the chance.  He was furious.  I had felt pretty good until then. After that I just felt like an idiot.
I feel like an idiot now too.  For other things.  And I'm sorry but instead of a chronological list you get just this one episode because I don't feel like writing.