.: i'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions :.
I feel like pulling a "High Fidelity". I feel like calling up past boyfriends and apologizing for being a complete bitch, or asking why they were such assholes to me, or just catch up and say hello. I won't do it; I would be very angry if Miguel started calling up past girlfriends so I won't do the calling of exes out of respect for him, but still, I kind of am curious as to where they are now, and if they got any hotter, or uglier for that matter.
I don't know what has brought this up; just a feeling of regret for having done so many boyfriends, friends, and people in general wrong. As I was driving yesterday, I was just thinking about all the people I have burned bridges with. I am such an avoider on so many levels. People that I genuinely cared for, and still care for, I just wisk out of my life without another thought; I just assume that it would be easier for them if I wasn't another burden in their lives. Hm.
I am ready for this week to be over. I am ready for this year of my life to be over; Monday will start anew, and I will hopefully start over with it.
By the way, my Mom, my niece, my roommates (all 5 of them hopefully), their girlfriends and/or boyfriends, miscellaneous friends, possibly my terrible boyfriend, and I are all going to go out to eat at Trudy's (the one next to campus on 30th and Guadalupe) on Monday, February 9 (we are going to Trudy's because I want my free Mexican martini, heh). I think we are getting there early to reserve a table, but everyone else should plan on being there around 7ish, between 7 and 7:30 I would think. If you want to come, let me know so I can get a head count.
I said goodbye to my sister last night for her trip to New York to see the doctors. I won't see her again until February 16. I guess that doesn't sound like that long of a time, but it honestly is. I was planning on seeing her today instead of last night, but she called me crying saying that she had to work an overnight and she wanted to see me before she left. We sat and cried all night, mostly about our fears. Fear that the doctors won't be able to help her, fear that they will be able to help and she will have to move away and just a fear of hearing any news, good or bad. She would love to move to New York, but I am in Texas, and so is our family. I can't operate without being able to drive over to her house. It just won't work. She also has a BIG interview at the Banana Republic in Manhattan, located on Broadway. Her corporate pulled a lot of strings for her to get an interview there, and it would be such a huge opportunity for her to get this job; but it would mean me never getting to see her. It's so selfish of me to say, but I want her to stay here.
Also, Monday night through Thursday night will be spent at my sister's house in Round Rock with my niece, so if anyone wonders where the hell I am, there ya go.
I don't know what has brought this up; just a feeling of regret for having done so many boyfriends, friends, and people in general wrong. As I was driving yesterday, I was just thinking about all the people I have burned bridges with. I am such an avoider on so many levels. People that I genuinely cared for, and still care for, I just wisk out of my life without another thought; I just assume that it would be easier for them if I wasn't another burden in their lives. Hm.
I am ready for this week to be over. I am ready for this year of my life to be over; Monday will start anew, and I will hopefully start over with it.
By the way, my Mom, my niece, my roommates (all 5 of them hopefully), their girlfriends and/or boyfriends, miscellaneous friends, possibly my terrible boyfriend, and I are all going to go out to eat at Trudy's (the one next to campus on 30th and Guadalupe) on Monday, February 9 (we are going to Trudy's because I want my free Mexican martini, heh). I think we are getting there early to reserve a table, but everyone else should plan on being there around 7ish, between 7 and 7:30 I would think. If you want to come, let me know so I can get a head count.
I said goodbye to my sister last night for her trip to New York to see the doctors. I won't see her again until February 16. I guess that doesn't sound like that long of a time, but it honestly is. I was planning on seeing her today instead of last night, but she called me crying saying that she had to work an overnight and she wanted to see me before she left. We sat and cried all night, mostly about our fears. Fear that the doctors won't be able to help her, fear that they will be able to help and she will have to move away and just a fear of hearing any news, good or bad. She would love to move to New York, but I am in Texas, and so is our family. I can't operate without being able to drive over to her house. It just won't work. She also has a BIG interview at the Banana Republic in Manhattan, located on Broadway. Her corporate pulled a lot of strings for her to get an interview there, and it would be such a huge opportunity for her to get this job; but it would mean me never getting to see her. It's so selfish of me to say, but I want her to stay here.
Also, Monday night through Thursday night will be spent at my sister's house in Round Rock with my niece, so if anyone wonders where the hell I am, there ya go.