Thus ended brother/sister bonding
Why does spring break have to go so damn fast? Ben leaves tomorrow around noon and I have work at 2:00. BLAH!!! I don't wanna go back to work. I don't wanna go back to my classes and I definitely don't wanna finish my midterm. There's a question on there I just have no fucking clue how to answer. I hate it so much. I want to be graduated and at the same time, I'm terrified to be graduated.
I think my head is going to explode. I want to switch Sundays at the movie theater with another day, so that I can have one day off a week. But I don't know when I could switch it. There aren't really any other openings, except for Friday. But I already work at the mailcenter from 10-1. I don't know what would be worse, having no days off each week, or working double shifts on Fridays. Yicch.
If you call me __________, then you are __________.
If you call me Emily, then you are a relative or old friend..
If you call me Emmy, then you are a college friend or co-worker.
If you call me Em, then you are my Mom.
If you call me Petunia, then you are my Dad.
If you call me Badass Sister, then you are my brother.
If you call me Emily Anne (with an E), then you are Kat.
If you call me EmilyShmemelly, then you are John, my old boss.
I had one of those dreams last night. The kind that are amazing and wonderful while occurring, but once you wake up you want to just kill yourself. I was with someone who will go unnamed, but I was fairly close to him a year ago. I don't know if he was with his girlfriend in the dream, but I was sitting thisclose to him, and we were talking and laughing quietly, and I wanted so badly to kiss him just once. I was just about to....when my phone rings and wakes me up. I was so fucking pissed.
But then I went back to sleep and managed to get back to where I was. We were walking somewhere and I kissed him, and started to walk away quickly, because I was afraid he'd be mad or hate me or something. But he started running after me, and I could hear him coming up behind me, but I didn't turn around. He caught up with me and pulled me back around and kissed me back. And oh god it was so wonderful. I think I woke up shortly thereafter, but the 10 seconds I remember was so worth it.
It makes me wonder if maybe I was in love with him a little. I mean, I hardly ever see, let alone talk to him anymore, but yet I still think about him from time to time, and dream about him too. Sometimes I wish I had said something a year ago. I doubt anything would have become of it, but at least I wouldn't be wondering like I am now. I don't even know if he's still with his girlfriend or not. I wish I could at least hang out with him more. I guess I miss him.
I think my head is going to explode. I want to switch Sundays at the movie theater with another day, so that I can have one day off a week. But I don't know when I could switch it. There aren't really any other openings, except for Friday. But I already work at the mailcenter from 10-1. I don't know what would be worse, having no days off each week, or working double shifts on Fridays. Yicch.
If you call me __________, then you are __________.
If you call me Emily, then you are a relative or old friend..
If you call me Emmy, then you are a college friend or co-worker.
If you call me Em, then you are my Mom.
If you call me Petunia, then you are my Dad.
If you call me Badass Sister, then you are my brother.
If you call me Emily Anne (with an E), then you are Kat.
If you call me EmilyShmemelly, then you are John, my old boss.
I had one of those dreams last night. The kind that are amazing and wonderful while occurring, but once you wake up you want to just kill yourself. I was with someone who will go unnamed, but I was fairly close to him a year ago. I don't know if he was with his girlfriend in the dream, but I was sitting thisclose to him, and we were talking and laughing quietly, and I wanted so badly to kiss him just once. I was just about to....when my phone rings and wakes me up. I was so fucking pissed.
But then I went back to sleep and managed to get back to where I was. We were walking somewhere and I kissed him, and started to walk away quickly, because I was afraid he'd be mad or hate me or something. But he started running after me, and I could hear him coming up behind me, but I didn't turn around. He caught up with me and pulled me back around and kissed me back. And oh god it was so wonderful. I think I woke up shortly thereafter, but the 10 seconds I remember was so worth it.
It makes me wonder if maybe I was in love with him a little. I mean, I hardly ever see, let alone talk to him anymore, but yet I still think about him from time to time, and dream about him too. Sometimes I wish I had said something a year ago. I doubt anything would have become of it, but at least I wouldn't be wondering like I am now. I don't even know if he's still with his girlfriend or not. I wish I could at least hang out with him more. I guess I miss him.