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It has been exactly two weeks since I've written anything in this. Weird, huh? Most people go one or two days... maybe a week if they're really feeling like "nah, i'd rather not", but two weeks? Yea...
And I don't know why. Don't ask me. I have no clue. But my life has been full of stuff to do. A whole bunch of stuff. And quite frankly, my head hurts.
I have been thinking, and I think I have a problem. I don't sympathize well enough with people. I do love being the person people go to to spill their guts out, but recently, I haven't let it happen so much. My mom broke her arm, and I think I've done like 4 loads of laundry since she did it. She broke her freakin arm and I can't break away from my AP Lit and Breaking Out!, A... My Name is Alice, and work to wash the dishes. And my boyfriend. Even though I only see him once, maybe twice a week (if I'm lucky).
I think it's gonna be really hard- me moving away. Especially so far away. My mom loves to know where I'm going, what my plans are, etc etc. I mean, the phone rings and she goes, "who was that?" even if I didn't pick it up. And that's ok, but she's not gonna be able to keep tabs on me every moment of the day. I'm not claustered or sheltered, no, don't get the wrong impression. I'm a very independent person, indeed- but it'll be a major shift, that's all I'm saying.
However! Road Trip! Road Trip! Road Trip!
You know those cliche, seniors-recently-graduated stories where kids pile in a car and drive cross country? Oh yes, I'm doing that. Richie, Bethany, and myself are driving to Maryland and through Virginia to see my dad. The day after Breaking Out! closes I have it set at right now. I really hope Richie can get off work. I really really hope...
Wow. I have such a headache. I even ate! Don't know what's wrong with me. I just wanna get this school thing over with now, and start packing.
Now.