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It's 2:23 in the morning, and I have to get up at 6.
Just came home from Vegas, and I'm quite upset for a number of reasons.
My mother and I got into a number of tiffs on the vacation and just didn't talk for practically the whole thing, unless it was for fighting. Steph told me to get mad at her AFTER we came back, so I loosened up a little bit on the last day. Just the silent treatment.
The fight involved me being 17 and her being overprotective. And cut. I don't want to go into the whole thing because it's awfully cliche and it's happened all the time. I want to end this bickering once and for all. I'm still trying to figure out how to do it.
Number 2, I couldn't keep Cupid and Psyche out of my head (okay, I'll admit, I forgot it until we were on the plane ride home and I couldn't sleep). I couldn't get this stupid ass situation out of my head. I couldn't get the feeling of finally knowing what you've been after all these years, knowing that you'll never get it, and wondering if it will ever be worth the effort.
And wondering if you even WANT it.
So I come home, and I'm like 'laaaa de dahhh, let's check the e-mail.'
A notice from Jackie (congrats!), errr...some Bush campaign stuff....crap from universities.
Nothing that I was expecting. And I was specifically expecting something from a certain SOMEONE.
Now, later on today I also have to check my regular mail to see if I got something from Equity, and if I didn't, this is officially the suckiest July ever.
And we're almost at August- and I still don't know how to drive.
Just came home from Vegas, and I'm quite upset for a number of reasons.
My mother and I got into a number of tiffs on the vacation and just didn't talk for practically the whole thing, unless it was for fighting. Steph told me to get mad at her AFTER we came back, so I loosened up a little bit on the last day. Just the silent treatment.
The fight involved me being 17 and her being overprotective. And cut. I don't want to go into the whole thing because it's awfully cliche and it's happened all the time. I want to end this bickering once and for all. I'm still trying to figure out how to do it.
Number 2, I couldn't keep Cupid and Psyche out of my head (okay, I'll admit, I forgot it until we were on the plane ride home and I couldn't sleep). I couldn't get this stupid ass situation out of my head. I couldn't get the feeling of finally knowing what you've been after all these years, knowing that you'll never get it, and wondering if it will ever be worth the effort.
And wondering if you even WANT it.
So I come home, and I'm like 'laaaa de dahhh, let's check the e-mail.'
A notice from Jackie (congrats!), errr...some Bush campaign stuff....crap from universities.
Nothing that I was expecting. And I was specifically expecting something from a certain SOMEONE.
Now, later on today I also have to check my regular mail to see if I got something from Equity, and if I didn't, this is officially the suckiest July ever.
And we're almost at August- and I still don't know how to drive.