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I told my mom that i want to see a therapist of psychologist or something and she said no, i can just talk to her. Actually, no i can't mom. she feels the need to repeat everything i tell her to the entire world, and i'd rather not have everyone knowing all of my problems.
i had to go back to school today, one of the honors classes i'm taking is a freshman class (i'm making it up since i wasn't at umd first semester) and i had to go to a 2 hour orientation/lecture on summer reading (which i only did about a third of). I really love the honors professors, so it wasn't terribly bad. I met a really nice girl too, but i don't think she's in my section :(
I got home and went on pollstar, as I do every single day hoping for a new Jacks Mannequin date to be added and da da da daaaaa.... there was one!!! September 14th in Grand Rapids! SOO excited!
and then my mom and I went to the movies, we saw World Trade Center. It was kind of sad, but the only time i cried was during the happy part. Yes, i'm a little weird like that. I cry when i watch A Wedding Story or A Baby Story on TLC or whatever channel its on.
So, then we got home, and I found the Intersection's website (the venue of the Gr. Rap concert), and quite devestatingly, Jacks Mannequin is not listed to play the show. Its only the other three bands from the tour. I went downstairs to tell my mom, and she gave me this fake, sarcastic "oh, well thats too bad." i don't think she understands how seriously sad i am. and she thinks that she could be my psychologist. no.
i still haven't gotten my application in to ann arbor yet. i don't know if i really want to go. and i just can't bring myself to write the essays. i have no clue what to write for two of them (the third one is already done, but 300 words too long. the "suggested amount" was 250. and seeing the honors professors again made me realize how much i really love the honors program at dearborn. i love my classes, i just wish i were living on campus so i could have more of a "college experience."
i know some of you actually read this, and do care, but its sad that this is the place i come when i'm feeling really emotional. I wish i had a best friend who actually cared and listened when i wanted to talk. or was even available. we dont actually talk about anything. unless it involves andrew. thats pretty much the limit to our conversations.
I'm sorry this was long, but like i said, i have no where else to go to share these things, so it gets dumped on all of you and rapes your friends pages.
i had to go back to school today, one of the honors classes i'm taking is a freshman class (i'm making it up since i wasn't at umd first semester) and i had to go to a 2 hour orientation/lecture on summer reading (which i only did about a third of). I really love the honors professors, so it wasn't terribly bad. I met a really nice girl too, but i don't think she's in my section :(
I got home and went on pollstar, as I do every single day hoping for a new Jacks Mannequin date to be added and da da da daaaaa.... there was one!!! September 14th in Grand Rapids! SOO excited!
and then my mom and I went to the movies, we saw World Trade Center. It was kind of sad, but the only time i cried was during the happy part. Yes, i'm a little weird like that. I cry when i watch A Wedding Story or A Baby Story on TLC or whatever channel its on.
So, then we got home, and I found the Intersection's website (the venue of the Gr. Rap concert), and quite devestatingly, Jacks Mannequin is not listed to play the show. Its only the other three bands from the tour. I went downstairs to tell my mom, and she gave me this fake, sarcastic "oh, well thats too bad." i don't think she understands how seriously sad i am. and she thinks that she could be my psychologist. no.
i still haven't gotten my application in to ann arbor yet. i don't know if i really want to go. and i just can't bring myself to write the essays. i have no clue what to write for two of them (the third one is already done, but 300 words too long. the "suggested amount" was 250. and seeing the honors professors again made me realize how much i really love the honors program at dearborn. i love my classes, i just wish i were living on campus so i could have more of a "college experience."
i know some of you actually read this, and do care, but its sad that this is the place i come when i'm feeling really emotional. I wish i had a best friend who actually cared and listened when i wanted to talk. or was even available. we dont actually talk about anything. unless it involves andrew. thats pretty much the limit to our conversations.
I'm sorry this was long, but like i said, i have no where else to go to share these things, so it gets dumped on all of you and rapes your friends pages.