the normal drone of life
I have to close at work tonight... and, I really don't want to. Blegh. I have to leave in half an hour and I'm sitting here journaling. Me? Late? Never.
Bradley's mom has been staying at my apartment until she finds a place... some drama went down. Bradley and I pretty much went off on each other. It was nice. I feel bad... but, I told him I couldn't deal with people right then, and he pushed it anyway. I swear I'd just told Kayleigh two hours earlier that the next time I had to talk to anyone, I would lose it... and I did. I don't avoid human contact for no reason. I wish people could respect the fact that sometimes I just can't deal with people, and, if I'm forced to, I snap (usually in the form of complete honesty, anger, and/or a panic attack).
My father gave me money to get my oil changed. I'm trying to figure-out who I talked to about getting my oil changed that told him it needed to be done. It's crazy how things get around! Oh well, at least my engine won't explode now.
Not being in class is killing me. Watching my friends go to school and come home and have nothing to worry about but homework... it's rough. I miss it. I miss the concept of being a student.
I still can't breathe in my apartment. I've developed a constant hacking cough. It keeps me up at night and gets me bad looks from customers at work. There's a constant tickle in my chest. Yeah, I've got to find somewhere else to live... =-/
So! A list of things to do:
- finish moving-out
- call Robia/call Bradley's mom
- get oil changed
- at least a little laundry...
- find another place to live
Bradley's mom has been staying at my apartment until she finds a place... some drama went down. Bradley and I pretty much went off on each other. It was nice. I feel bad... but, I told him I couldn't deal with people right then, and he pushed it anyway. I swear I'd just told Kayleigh two hours earlier that the next time I had to talk to anyone, I would lose it... and I did. I don't avoid human contact for no reason. I wish people could respect the fact that sometimes I just can't deal with people, and, if I'm forced to, I snap (usually in the form of complete honesty, anger, and/or a panic attack).
My father gave me money to get my oil changed. I'm trying to figure-out who I talked to about getting my oil changed that told him it needed to be done. It's crazy how things get around! Oh well, at least my engine won't explode now.
Not being in class is killing me. Watching my friends go to school and come home and have nothing to worry about but homework... it's rough. I miss it. I miss the concept of being a student.
I still can't breathe in my apartment. I've developed a constant hacking cough. It keeps me up at night and gets me bad looks from customers at work. There's a constant tickle in my chest. Yeah, I've got to find somewhere else to live... =-/
So! A list of things to do:
- finish moving-out
- call Robia/call Bradley's mom
- get oil changed
- at least a little laundry...
- find another place to live