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I went to Portland City Grill with my mom last night for our weekly Girl's Night Out. Normally we go to a restaurant and eat a lot and have maybe a margarita or two, but last night we decided to drink our dinner, and interrupt the consumption of alcohol with appetizers every so often. It was fun, but I got much more intoxicated than I would have liked. Either way, we had a really enlightening conversation. The older I get, the more I learn about my mom. She's really had a difficult life, and the fact that she has persevered makes me think there is hope for me. I also realized just how much we have in common. She advised me not to wait around for the boy (especially if he's serious about moving to the Caribbean with his brother to finish school at University of Virgin Islands) because with him, it's always something. While I do understand this, I genuinely feel that the connection we have is not something to casually toss aside and forget about. It's really hard for me to be rational because of the mixed signals he sends. More than anything, I wish I could know if things were ever going to change.
I'm going to go enjoy the sun and forget about the building anxiety as finals approach. I hate that this is the week my computer decided to eat shit and die. I have most of my notes backed up on disc, but now I don't have a computer so I'll have to rely on the library ones (like right now).
I'm going to go enjoy the sun and forget about the building anxiety as finals approach. I hate that this is the week my computer decided to eat shit and die. I have most of my notes backed up on disc, but now I don't have a computer so I'll have to rely on the library ones (like right now).