who are you.....
Words cannot express how infuriated I was earlier at my english professor. And words cannot describe how upset I am about how my scheduling at South is going. I couldn't figure out how to use the dumb fax machine tonight so hopefully they will receive my fax tomorrow and there will still be enough space for me to take that class or else. . . I don't know what I'll do. I don't have many choices left in classes to take, and I only have one backup plan. Anyhow, today was a horrible and stressful day. I just wish I could have one day where it actually felt like "summer." The happiest I feel sometimes is in the place that I hate being the most. It's the people I work with. It's when Courtenay laughs at me about something funny/stupid that I've done. . . or when Renee says that internship in Atlanta would be my perfect job and smiles because she remembers when she had dreams like that and she hopes for it for her own children. I don't entirely want to go back to Mobile. . . but most of me does. I am not the same here. I work every day, and have a class at stupid JC on my day off. And then on the only guarenteed night I have off, my friends have informally declared it as "Let's go out-of-the-county" night. I'm not mad, really. I just want to be back in Mobile. I want to be back where people care about me and where I am wanted. I want to recieve phone calls telling me about intramural practices, or an invitation to eat dinner at Picklefish, or someone saying they're coming over because they wanted to see me and missed me. That all happened there. I want to continue those friendships I was newly forming there and I want to see my old friends from my anthropology classes. I want to play soccer again and I want to stay at the CSA until 3am talking to friends. But most importantly, I want to set up my new computer desk I just bought two days ago and have that entire room to myself for two days. . . haha.