why do things always happen all at once??
oh my god. i'm so pissed.
this summer's going to be boring. i knew that. enjoyable, but boring. mostly cuz i have to take a calculus class/work. so that's the plan. there's one week i'm really looking forward to, the last week of july when i go to new orleans with a butt load of my cousins.
i get a call today that would give me something else to look wildy forward to. jess calls. invites me to go on vacation with her family. entirely paid for. i wouldn't have to spend ANY money. where are they going? Paris. FUCKING PARIS!!!!! i start just like screaming and stuff, and we finally calm down enogh for me to ask when we're going. July 31st, she says. fuck. i get back from new orleans on august 1. SHITSHITSHITSHIT.
for awhile i entertained the idea of skipping new orleans to go to paris, as most people would probably be like um YEAH, do that, but i can't. i need to go on this trip with my cousins. they're all such amazing people and as we grow older we hardly ever have time to spend with each other cuz we're not all nearby anymore, we're spread all over the country. and it's my great uncles 50th aniversary as a priest, and he's not getting any younger. i need to be there for him.
so i think i made the right chioce between the trips, but it's still incredibly depressing. and i'm sad. for like 3 minutes i thought i was going to paris with one of my best friends.
sigh.
this summer's going to be boring. i knew that. enjoyable, but boring. mostly cuz i have to take a calculus class/work. so that's the plan. there's one week i'm really looking forward to, the last week of july when i go to new orleans with a butt load of my cousins.
i get a call today that would give me something else to look wildy forward to. jess calls. invites me to go on vacation with her family. entirely paid for. i wouldn't have to spend ANY money. where are they going? Paris. FUCKING PARIS!!!!! i start just like screaming and stuff, and we finally calm down enogh for me to ask when we're going. July 31st, she says. fuck. i get back from new orleans on august 1. SHITSHITSHITSHIT.
for awhile i entertained the idea of skipping new orleans to go to paris, as most people would probably be like um YEAH, do that, but i can't. i need to go on this trip with my cousins. they're all such amazing people and as we grow older we hardly ever have time to spend with each other cuz we're not all nearby anymore, we're spread all over the country. and it's my great uncles 50th aniversary as a priest, and he's not getting any younger. i need to be there for him.
so i think i made the right chioce between the trips, but it's still incredibly depressing. and i'm sad. for like 3 minutes i thought i was going to paris with one of my best friends.
sigh.