Well, it would appear that time is suffocating me. Not in the sense that I have too much of it to know what to do, but in the sense that I do not have enough. I still am having a hard time grasping that I'm going to be living by myself for the summer. In like.................. two more days now. Wow.
I still have to clean my room. And simultaneously pack my clothes and other items. I'm supposed to pack light, which makes me feel like I'm only going to be there for a short vacation. But this isn't a vacation, it is work; and it is for the entire summer, not a couple weeks. I'm a girl. I like clothes and shoes and other useless accessories. What ever will I do?!
I should be sleeping. I have church at 9:30AM and I need to wake up earlier to shower. Then I have to go shopping with my mother after church to buy khaki pants and shorts for work. After shopping, I need to submit my English paper (I CANNOT forget to do that). And then I need to head over to Grandma's for Mother's Day; which I unfortunately realized I was unable to afford a present for my own mother =(
I told my boss at DQ today that I wasn't coming back. He took it surprisingly really well and made me realize that I had been worrying about it for nothing. Perhaps I wasn't that great of a worker anyway. Nah... that can't be it. =) I will miss working there a lot though. The people are fantastic. And I know how difficult it can be to work with awesome people.
Everybody seems to want to hang out with me on Monday, which is totally fine with me. I want to see people before I go. I just have so much to do! It's almost overwhelming. But I know I can pull it off.
I try to be friends with people and I tolerate ridiculously immature bullshit on a constant basis. Well, tonight I decided to tell myself that I deserve better than that and take another step. I deleted a guy that I had previously dated off of my facebook. Normally, I'm not for cutting people out of my life completely. But he had stopped responding to texts, he stopped responding to friendly conversation altogether actually. And when I bumped into him at the 7-11 up at school, I noticed how uncomfortable that random meeting had made him. So I watched as he was fake to my face and acting like I was still upset about everything that had ever happened. Like, dude, whatever! Relax! Haha, so me, giving him the benefit of the doubt in thinking that things were finally normal, texted him a couple days later to see how life was treating him. No response. Deleted number. Haha. The other day I tried an internet approach to conversation. No response. At that point, I decided that his immaturity about the whole thing was just not worth the effort anymore. I'm in a better place anyway. So- deleted off of facebook now. And couldn't feel less regret about it. Hope he has a wonderful life, truly. And overcomes his strong sense of immaturity when dealing with the aftermath of breaking up with a girl.
I really wanted to play Pokemon today. OR Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.
Well, I need to clear off my bed and get some sleep.