My 5 day record-breaking weekend

So this weekend was amazingly sad and depressing. And also amazingly happy and full of money. I'll explain:
We had Thursday and Friday off of classes, and I went home for the weekend. Wednesday, me and my two best friends went to our other best friend's grandpa's funeral. It was really sad to see her grandma so sad. Then Thursday was probably the second hardest day of my life. I got up early and went to dentist (which I absolutely HATE) and found that I have a cavity and FOR SURE have to get my wisdom teeth. This December. FUCK. After that, I rushed to pick up my sister and brought her to St. Paul to have an abortion. We got lost, and when I went to bring her inside, she was super scared. She brought her teddy bear, and was holding my hand when we checked her in. The lady told her they had to check her bag for contraband, and she freaked out, because she had weed in her purse. Then when the lady told her it was time to go back into the clinic, my little sister started to cry and squeezed my hand hard. I hugged her and told her it was time to go and not to be scared, because every thing would be ok. Then she let go and left with the woman.
It was so weird to watch my little sister go back and try to be brave. She is old enough to get pregnant and make decisions about her health and body, yet she brought her teddy bear with her like a young child would do. The dichotomy of the two was so weird.
I left there crying, because it was so hard to watch her go and have to just leave her there. She is my little sister, and even though she is old enough to take care of herself, this was a hard thing, and I wanted to be there for her. I was crying and ended up getting lost and having to turn around in the airport parking ramp. Cripes. I HATE airports. They scare me. Meanwhile, my room mate was on the phone telling me that they were going to force me onto a plane, lol.
Then T called and told me I had to pick up her boyfriend (who I've had a thing for for a while) and bring him to the funeral. I had literally NO TIME for anything that day. I got home and changed and threw some food on a plate and drove to his house and made him drive while I ate. We picked up M and J and went to the funeral at Lakewood. What a beautiful cemetary. I had no idea it was even there, let alone so prestigious.
The funeral was absolutely heart-wrenching. When we got there, T and her family were standing up by the casket, and T was just shaking she was crying so hard. We sat down and watched as they closed the casket and grandma sang grandpa's favorite song. The T's little sister went up and played the flute,even though she was sobbing and after that T and her little sister sang "Jesus loves me". Well, they tried to sing it. T got the first two words out abd broke down. Her mom got up and ran up there and encouraged the whole group to sing with them so that T wouldn't feel so bad. Watching my best friend break down was one of the hardest things.
Then we went to the grave site, where voluntary vets were waiting for us. Ive never seen a veterans funeral service. It was actually pretty cool, despite the circumstances. After everyone said their words and then the family thanked everyone for coming. T came over to us and break down when she started walking towards us. We all hugged her, in a giant bear hug, and she started wailing. Like loudly crying, wailing in our arms. M and I couldn't keep ourselves from breaking down. We tried so hard to be strong for her, and I just couldn't do it. I felt my face go into that distorted position that my mom's face always makes, and I thought that I must look just like her, which made me cry even harder.
After leaving the funeral, I went to get my computer fixed, since I dropped it like a dumbass, and had to spend $1200 on a new one. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH.
So after my super long ass day, i came home and basically was just like...numb. I sat down and was tired, but couldn't sleep. I didn't want to eat, and I was hungry. I went in the hot tub for a while, but it didnt do much.
Friday i was planning on sleeping in since I didn't work until 5 pm. Buuuuut, then my manager called and asked if I wanted to work. Considering that I just spent $1200 the night before, I went in for the shift. i worked 11 am to 1 am on Friday, and made $200 even. Then Saturday I worked from 11:30 am to 1:30 again, and made $283. I sat at the bar after and talked to my manager and a coworker until 3 am. Sunday I worked from 11:30 am to 5 pm. Total, I walked with $540 this weekend. In 3 hours. This is where my amazing money making came into play. I couldn't believe I made that much. I still can't believe i made that much. That's crazy cool.

Anyway...I was looking at pictures of the four of us last night. We all used to look so little. It's amazing to me that we have stayed such good friends through all of everything in the past few years, and that they are literally everything to me. I know they will always be there, and it's like they're sometimes more family to me than my actual biological family. I love those girls so much. Even though i'm often the 7th wheel, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
In 8 days, my niece will be 2 years old. That's nuts. I remember the day she was born, and how tiny and perfect she was. Now she can talk to me on the phone and tell me she loves me. I never believed my parents when they said that we grew up so fast, but now I totally do. Pretty soon she will be in kindergarten and then I'll have to watch out for boys and then she'll be getting married and having her own babies. I don't want her to grow up so fast.

Our psycho room mate told us today that she is moving out in January. YES!!! I don't really want to look for a new roomie. It would be nice to just be the three of us, but I don't want her to find some creppy random, either. Yuck.
Is it bad that hearing that my friend B and his gf broke up made me really happy? I couldn't really see what he did in her, but I think I have kind of a bias towards him, considering we slept together for three years. Am I wrong to feel this way?

I'm thinking about going into nursing. I think I could eiher really really love it or really really hate it. I need to delve into it a little more, but at this point, I'm thinking I'm going to go into it. And NOT let the school/training/clinicals/internships deter me away from it or change my mind one way or the other.
I'm heading to bed now, I have my nazi public health class tomorrow!