Overuse of the Word "Awkward"

I just had the most uncomfortable, awkward, weird day in recent memory.
Woke up and decided to skip my gender class, because it's a stupid class and I hate it. Showered, dressed. It took me something like 10 minutes to fix my hair into a ponytail which should have tipped me off that today wasn't going to be the best.
I went to my science class, since I correctly assumed they'd hand back the mid-terms today. The extra sleep I got didn't seem to help; I was doing that crazy falling-asleep-in-class head bob for an hour. Went to the bistro to get some coffee, which I just had to go and spill on the brand-new shirt I was wearing.
I took a couple prospective students to lunch, which was terrible because they were lame anyway, and they both had a parent with them. Parents make prospective lunches super-awkward, because it's supposed to be an uncensored Q&A with a current student, but how am I supposed to honestly answer "How are parties?" when there's parents around. Not that our party scene is that great, but I feel like I have to add in all these caveats about "There's plenty to do right on campus!" when really the answer is "If you want to get blasted you'll find a place."
After that I went an lurked around online for more time than I'm willing to admit. I should have been doing work or napping, but I was pretty pissed about my shirt still, so I wasn't in the mood.
Dinner was stressful, as plans to meet up with our housing group for next year were made and unmade last-minute. While leaving the caf, I saw Lipring out of the corner of my eye. We were both making our ways to the plate-return conveyor belt; at one point he was easily close enough that I could have reached out and touched him.
Now, did I say "Hello" to my friend? No. I dropped my eyes to the ground and scrammed. Why? Why did I do that?
I all but ran back to my room where I shut myself in for, again, more time than I'd like to say. I took a nap around 8, woke up and went to practice for the Israel dance that I somehow have found myself involved in. I hate all but 4 of the people in the group of 15. "Coincidentally," 10 of the people in the dance are not dancers. I get by most practices by pretending that they're not there, which gets weird when they try to talk to me.
When practice was over, I got my costume dress [the best part of the day, for sure] and went to leave. Unfortunately, it was raining balls out. I hate rain, and I'm sure I was doing my best pissed-off-drowned-rat impression as I crossed campus to get back to my dorm.
And that's where I am now. I don't know if that really gets across how awkward and weird I've felt all freaking day, but trust me, it was not a fun day.

A bit more about Lipring:
Lipring drives me to Company rehearsal on Mondays, and we usually spend the 15-or-so minute drive telling each other what we did the past weekend, things we have to do for class the upcoming week, just friendly stuff.
Of course, this week I asked him what he had been up to on Friday before I came over. He answered, "Nothing, I was stone-cold sober when you came over." Which was a surprise, because I had assumed that he had been out, because he always goes out with AP and co. I was surprised even further when I was talking about how I almost yakked in the car on the way to Saturday rehearsal because I was so hungover and he said, "Wait- Saturday you were hungover? You really didn't seem that drunk on Friday." I laughed, because he had to be joking, and said, "Seriously? I had been drinking since, like, 5. You couldn't tell?" He's the not sort to drag out a joke; he would have immediately made some comment about my inebriation had he actually noticed. The conversation steered away from Friday after a brief pause.
Since Monday I've spent way too much time [over]analyzing this with TA, JB, and Pink Ditz. I feel like a tool because I assumed that he was drunk on Friday, and feel like more of a tool because of some of the weird things I said right before and after we hooked up. I have to wonder if he just got with me because I was there, or if he thought more of it because he didn't think I had been drinking that much.
Pink Ditz said that I was getting "sugarjizzed" which, other than being my new favorite word, goes along with my despair that I was catching feelings off him. When I was telling JB, she made the highly unhelpful comment, "He slept with you sober? So he likes you."
I like him enough, but if no one can decide if he's a good guy or a bad guy, what does that mean? Then again, he can't like me, because he made out with a girl on Saturday and I can't like him, because I slept with my suitemate's brother the next night, right? Is it bad that I kind of hope he actually does like me, even though I know he can be kind of a douche? Why can't I stop thinking about hooking up with him? Is how I hate how he's going home next weekend, meaning that I won't have the chance to see him important?
Ok, I can figure some of those out on my own, but does the fact that I'm being such an unrelenting spazz about the whole thing mean anything more than me being an unrelenting spazz?