sigh
I'll be so glad when this whole apartment thing is over just so I won't be reminded daily of being dumped by a friend anymore. But I'll be sad that it had to end this way. For now it just makes me sad and frustrated in a way I can't describe nor have I ever felt before.
It doesn't help that these old houses smell funny when it rains.
While I'm at it, tomorrow is the application deadline and I haven't been able to have someone read my letter of motivation yet and I need to finish my curriculum vita to mail in tomorrow, I owe $36 in taxes and also $29 to H&R Block for having them confirm the number I already found for free AND $3.95 on top of that as a "convenience fee" for paying my taxes online, there was an outstanding parking ticket that the lady downtown didn't tell me about when I was there to pay a different ticket so my parents got the notices and had to pay $32, I hate the silver slipper and I want to quit but I don't think I can afford to lose the $60-$70 I get every saturday, I still haven't found a way out of this spanish class credit for the summer thing, so Colombia is still up in the air, as is the trip to LA since the logical person in me says it's a bad idea to take either my or Tim's car all the way out there and plane tickets are only getting more expensive, my papers and projects are piling up, my food situation is out of my control, and I haven't dealt with what I'm doing about the fact that my lease is up at the end of June and I graduate in August and even if the Spain thing works out I won't be leaving till October - this means possibly moving into juan's place or my parents' for a bit. My mom's dad has resigned to dying naturally (no more physical therapy or radiation treatments) now so it's only a matter of time till there will be a funeral in the works.
What a downer right now. Juan is the bright spot though; we've talked about the future and we agreed, so at least that wasn't a big thing. But it's hard to spend time with him when we're both so busy with papers and stuff and we live separately. I wish I could hang out with him right now at his house where he has roommates and company and something's always happening. I used to have that, and I wanted that for this year too. I don't want to end my time at Florida State this way, but so it goes. What if I had gone to Stetson?
It doesn't help that these old houses smell funny when it rains.
While I'm at it, tomorrow is the application deadline and I haven't been able to have someone read my letter of motivation yet and I need to finish my curriculum vita to mail in tomorrow, I owe $36 in taxes and also $29 to H&R Block for having them confirm the number I already found for free AND $3.95 on top of that as a "convenience fee" for paying my taxes online, there was an outstanding parking ticket that the lady downtown didn't tell me about when I was there to pay a different ticket so my parents got the notices and had to pay $32, I hate the silver slipper and I want to quit but I don't think I can afford to lose the $60-$70 I get every saturday, I still haven't found a way out of this spanish class credit for the summer thing, so Colombia is still up in the air, as is the trip to LA since the logical person in me says it's a bad idea to take either my or Tim's car all the way out there and plane tickets are only getting more expensive, my papers and projects are piling up, my food situation is out of my control, and I haven't dealt with what I'm doing about the fact that my lease is up at the end of June and I graduate in August and even if the Spain thing works out I won't be leaving till October - this means possibly moving into juan's place or my parents' for a bit. My mom's dad has resigned to dying naturally (no more physical therapy or radiation treatments) now so it's only a matter of time till there will be a funeral in the works.
What a downer right now. Juan is the bright spot though; we've talked about the future and we agreed, so at least that wasn't a big thing. But it's hard to spend time with him when we're both so busy with papers and stuff and we live separately. I wish I could hang out with him right now at his house where he has roommates and company and something's always happening. I used to have that, and I wanted that for this year too. I don't want to end my time at Florida State this way, but so it goes. What if I had gone to Stetson?