Ugh
So fucking frustrating. I'm going to kick him in the nuts.
Is it weird that all I really want to do tomorrow is go to work and listen to musicals while filing my little butt away? It's a form of escape for me. I enjoy being able to organize something. I wish I could take the ten million different parts of my life and put them in a filing cabinet in numerical order, but since that isn't possible, I'll settle for my Dad's business' invoices.
Fuck you.
And so begins the actual "Ryan is going to stay strong and independent" time.
I just want to go to Wisconsin. I need to get away from this crazy, ridiculous "in between time" that is driving me nuts.
Shit. I have to memorize my lines. I have a week to do that.
From now on, all free time will be spent memorizing my lines for Pinocchio, reading plays, and packing/sorting my shit. OH! And coming up with an exercise plan for this summer. Still haven't done that.
Bla bla bla. Hold me closer tiny dancer. I miss my friends. I wish I was at Wesleyan writing the paper that all of them are frantically trying to piece together for tomorrow. Besides, anything is better than here.
I am ridiculously unhappy. Tomorrow, everything will be better. Or at least different, if not better. I can't let things get to me so much.
Sleep time. I'm crabby, if you can't tell.
Is it weird that all I really want to do tomorrow is go to work and listen to musicals while filing my little butt away? It's a form of escape for me. I enjoy being able to organize something. I wish I could take the ten million different parts of my life and put them in a filing cabinet in numerical order, but since that isn't possible, I'll settle for my Dad's business' invoices.
Fuck you.
And so begins the actual "Ryan is going to stay strong and independent" time.
I just want to go to Wisconsin. I need to get away from this crazy, ridiculous "in between time" that is driving me nuts.
Shit. I have to memorize my lines. I have a week to do that.
From now on, all free time will be spent memorizing my lines for Pinocchio, reading plays, and packing/sorting my shit. OH! And coming up with an exercise plan for this summer. Still haven't done that.
Bla bla bla. Hold me closer tiny dancer. I miss my friends. I wish I was at Wesleyan writing the paper that all of them are frantically trying to piece together for tomorrow. Besides, anything is better than here.
I am ridiculously unhappy. Tomorrow, everything will be better. Or at least different, if not better. I can't let things get to me so much.
Sleep time. I'm crabby, if you can't tell.