Yet another day
My roommate has not been to the room in a few days. I almost started worring about her last night and then I figured she was out smoking her face off with her friends from home. I don't really care anymore. Carol, the lady that works for Capus Housing sent me a letter that asked if I was still interested in moving out and into the other dorm hall. I had to think about it for a while. Because even though I hate Freddy with a passion, I have come to love my neighbors and other people in the building that I'm sure I'll miss. And I know that as soon as I move out I won't see them as much as I do now. I don't know what to do.
Had a nervous break down and thought that my mom got into a huge car accident. I cried for a good long time until I got a call from her that said she was alright and that I should stop having emotional breakdowns. Ellen leaves for Australia tomorrow sometime. I don't plan on going to Poughkeepsie this weekend for Dad's birthday because I have a lot of homework to catch up on.
I have made a plan to stop killing myself. By the end of next semester I plan to quit smoking. I really need to do it for my family. My mom just found out that my only living grandfather has enphazima. Which is what my fathers dad died of. I just want to know that when I'm 60 I can climb up and down stairs with out having to cough up lungs and have my circulation be so bad that I lose feeling in my fingers in the summer.
In other news, I am still trying to finish reading Emma, by Jane Austin. It's not the best book I've ever read but at this point I'm so pissed at most of the characters that I just want to read to the end of the book so that something can happen to Emma. I really want her to fall down a flight of stairs of something. That's just me though.
I have to fly this afternoon for the first time in two weeks. I had been seriously sick before thanksgiving break and then after wards it rained piss out of a boot here.
Hope everyone is well and I'll see you all very soon. AND I DO HAVE A FINALLY on the 22nd of December. Funny how that works. This means I won't even see my own bed until the sunday after Christmas.
Bye all.
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