Menstrual hormones raging ...
What a week.
Psych test Monday.
2 labs and a quiz in bio for Thursday.
Forensics assignment for Thursday.
Calculus test Friday.
To top it off, I burnt my hand on a frying pan today. Go me.
Got into an argument with Matt today. Always the same thing - me being self-centred. But when am I not. Or maybe it's just some stupid sense of guilt at wanting something for myself. He always says I'm too hard on myself. Then we get into an argument and I feel like shit. All I wanted was for him to wait five minutes for me to call, but no. Five minutes was too much. And he said I can't even compare the fact that I wait up til 2 or 3 AM sometimes for him, because "he doesn't ask me to". Well the point in that is, I do it because I care. And he can't wait five minutes. It's not like I don't realize he has to get up early, but five minutes for my nightly goodnight comfort call isn't too much to ask.
I have cramps.
I actually miss home.
I miss having friends to do things with.
I hate being so dependent on him.
Ugh. It's so pathetic.
PS
I never thanked you for the gift Chantel, although I assume Jonathan did on my behalf. But anyways, thanks. I wear it to bed. The roommates love it. So does my mom.
PPS
Erika - If you're never going to come on Yahoo Messenger, just tell me. I'm sick of always being the one to try to maintain contact.
Psych test Monday.
2 labs and a quiz in bio for Thursday.
Forensics assignment for Thursday.
Calculus test Friday.
To top it off, I burnt my hand on a frying pan today. Go me.
Got into an argument with Matt today. Always the same thing - me being self-centred. But when am I not. Or maybe it's just some stupid sense of guilt at wanting something for myself. He always says I'm too hard on myself. Then we get into an argument and I feel like shit. All I wanted was for him to wait five minutes for me to call, but no. Five minutes was too much. And he said I can't even compare the fact that I wait up til 2 or 3 AM sometimes for him, because "he doesn't ask me to". Well the point in that is, I do it because I care. And he can't wait five minutes. It's not like I don't realize he has to get up early, but five minutes for my nightly goodnight comfort call isn't too much to ask.
I have cramps.
I actually miss home.
I miss having friends to do things with.
I hate being so dependent on him.
Ugh. It's so pathetic.
PS
I never thanked you for the gift Chantel, although I assume Jonathan did on my behalf. But anyways, thanks. I wear it to bed. The roommates love it. So does my mom.
PPS
Erika - If you're never going to come on Yahoo Messenger, just tell me. I'm sick of always being the one to try to maintain contact.