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So, the weekend wasn't all that exciting. Friday and Saturday I didn't feel good so I laid around with Matt, shopped until I felt guilty, didn't really do anything substantial. Sunday I went to Matt's gma's Memorial day picnic. It was...alright. It rained the whole time. We played bingo...imagine the thrill. Made fun of his cousin's girlfriend, which wasn't nice but seemed fitting. And I, much to Matt's dismay, adored the new babies in his family. I could not describe how cute and adorable his cousin's babies are. I was practically foaming from the mouth. Not really, but still. I wish I was 25. I wish I was 25 and married, and settled in a career, with more then enough money in the bank.
Being 22 sucks. I have come to this conclusion. Your too young for all the things you want, and your too old for everything else.
Moving away from the baby talk...
Monday was better then the rest of the days. For the most part. Matt and I went to Stoney and laid on the beach. There were so many people there that it was ridiculous. For the first half we didn't really talk because I was mad at him for saying he would come over at 10 and then saying he couldn't come over until 1, leaving me hanging around my house out of boredom. If the plan had not been 10 then I could have slept in and done other things until 1, instead of waiting around. Plus, I wanted it to be like it used to be on Thursdays and every time I suggest that, it doesn't really happen. I'm not mad though, just kind of eh.
After the beach we came home and ate dinner, watched t.v. a little. Lary called, talked to him, said goodbye until November, off to Iraq again for him. His flight should actually be leaving in 4 minutes. :( Sad.
Today is pretty much the same as every other Tuesday. Waiting around until 4:30 to get off of work, fight traffic to meet up with Matt, spend a few hours together (never enough) and then home, where I will NOT turn on my t.v. and WILL actually fall asleep at a decent hour...
Can't it be Friday.....
Being 22 sucks. I have come to this conclusion. Your too young for all the things you want, and your too old for everything else.
Moving away from the baby talk...
Monday was better then the rest of the days. For the most part. Matt and I went to Stoney and laid on the beach. There were so many people there that it was ridiculous. For the first half we didn't really talk because I was mad at him for saying he would come over at 10 and then saying he couldn't come over until 1, leaving me hanging around my house out of boredom. If the plan had not been 10 then I could have slept in and done other things until 1, instead of waiting around. Plus, I wanted it to be like it used to be on Thursdays and every time I suggest that, it doesn't really happen. I'm not mad though, just kind of eh.
After the beach we came home and ate dinner, watched t.v. a little. Lary called, talked to him, said goodbye until November, off to Iraq again for him. His flight should actually be leaving in 4 minutes. :( Sad.
Today is pretty much the same as every other Tuesday. Waiting around until 4:30 to get off of work, fight traffic to meet up with Matt, spend a few hours together (never enough) and then home, where I will NOT turn on my t.v. and WILL actually fall asleep at a decent hour...
Can't it be Friday.....