Mar 11, 2006 09:22
I get to see my dad in something like 8 hours. Hoopla.
And once again, I can't wait to get out of here. I really
don't like being here anymore. It feels like it's time to
pick up and move again. There's nothing holding me down
here, so why shouldn't we move? There's Portland on the
horizon, and there's always Santa Fe. *sigh* I hate this
transition period of having no friends, and no real social
life.
Yesterday was shit and people suck. The only good thing
about last night was The Ghost Whisperer (I fucking love
that show.) This morning isn't much better. I'm afraid
my flight is gonna suck (I despise american airlines
and DFW). I really want to be positive, but it's just
not working out.
And to add to my neverending materialisim, I bought a Rent
poster and it kicks ass. I'm such a freak.