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I'm lonely right now. I think Nicole and Mark are here, but they're sleeping. Jessy and Deacon are at Myles' going away party, but Deacon's not picking his phone up and I don't know how to get there. Conrad's coming back from NY tomorrow.
I went to Aisha's tonight and we hiked to an abandoned house and ate some food and Christian did my makeup and I was hella sexy. I dressed up and decided my name was Amy. I accessorized all by myself and they took some nice glamour shots that I'm waiting to get. So now I'm sitting here with all this makeup on and no one to impress.
I need to go to bed. I have to wake up in five hours and go to work. I called out today and yesterday I got written up for attendance. I can't believe people can punish you for being sick. I hate when a job as shitty as Great Falls Marketing has to become your fucking priority just so you don't get fired.
I hung out with Danica yesterday. Besides feeling like shit the whole time and spending all my money, it was a very good visit.
Monday night I'm heading to Bar Harbor with Luke and Ariel to go hiking with Ariel's Dad, and we're coming back Wednesday morning. I'm super excited.
On the down side, I've been waiting to have an important conversation with a certain someone for a couple days now, and it keeps getting put off. Getting kind of impatient and starting to feel like maybe I'm not as important as I thought I was to this person. Or maybe this person just has a really fucking weird way of working things out that I need to understand better. I talked to Bobby for quite some time last night about the whole thing, and he really made me feel better. Just when I thought that all my friends were sleeping, I remembered I have friends in Kentucky with the same fucked sleeping habits as me. I really miss Bobby. He's dropping out for real this time and I want him to move here. He would love Maine summer.
I fought with my Mom for a long time on the phone today about her not letting Sarah hang out at my apartment because "I know they're anarchists and I know what they're all about." Sometimes I really wonder how my parents actually made me. Anyways, I think we're going to have my parents over for dinner sometime soon. That makes me sooo nervous. So very nervous.
How do you stop cracking your knuckles/neck/back?
I went to Aisha's tonight and we hiked to an abandoned house and ate some food and Christian did my makeup and I was hella sexy. I dressed up and decided my name was Amy. I accessorized all by myself and they took some nice glamour shots that I'm waiting to get. So now I'm sitting here with all this makeup on and no one to impress.
I need to go to bed. I have to wake up in five hours and go to work. I called out today and yesterday I got written up for attendance. I can't believe people can punish you for being sick. I hate when a job as shitty as Great Falls Marketing has to become your fucking priority just so you don't get fired.
I hung out with Danica yesterday. Besides feeling like shit the whole time and spending all my money, it was a very good visit.
Monday night I'm heading to Bar Harbor with Luke and Ariel to go hiking with Ariel's Dad, and we're coming back Wednesday morning. I'm super excited.
On the down side, I've been waiting to have an important conversation with a certain someone for a couple days now, and it keeps getting put off. Getting kind of impatient and starting to feel like maybe I'm not as important as I thought I was to this person. Or maybe this person just has a really fucking weird way of working things out that I need to understand better. I talked to Bobby for quite some time last night about the whole thing, and he really made me feel better. Just when I thought that all my friends were sleeping, I remembered I have friends in Kentucky with the same fucked sleeping habits as me. I really miss Bobby. He's dropping out for real this time and I want him to move here. He would love Maine summer.
I fought with my Mom for a long time on the phone today about her not letting Sarah hang out at my apartment because "I know they're anarchists and I know what they're all about." Sometimes I really wonder how my parents actually made me. Anyways, I think we're going to have my parents over for dinner sometime soon. That makes me sooo nervous. So very nervous.
How do you stop cracking your knuckles/neck/back?