Life just got hard. Like, right this second.
Did anyone else watch So You Think You Can Dance tonight? What the hell was up with that opening number? That shit was scary... just, creepy and wrong. I didn't like it at all, it just left me confused and feeling dirty. And then, hello icing on the cake, they announced who choreographed it. Wade Robson. Oh, well, that just explains everything.
I think I need a life change. Not like, uprooting my entire existence or anything, just... I don't really feel like I'm moving forward anymore. But that could, of course, be a bi-product of my heading towards 30 and still not knowing what I want. I don't know.
I can't finish this entry. I don't even remember where I was going with it. My mother, who, in case you don't yet know has recently been diagnosed with breast cancer, just called. She had an appointment with the doctor earlier where they found more lumps that may also be cancerous. Possibly stage 4. They scheduled her today to have surgery on the 27th to have them removed.
On the 27 I will be in Michigan still visiting my dad because I chose to take an extra vacation day and not come home until the 28th. I'm not gonna be there. I feel like the worst daughter ever, and I can't stop crying. So I'll finish later.
Edit: Ok, 25 minutes later. I am no longer hysterical. Turns out I can stop crying. I kinda have to, I don't have any other options in that area. I may delete this entry. I don't like that it makes me look bi-polar.
I think I need a life change. Not like, uprooting my entire existence or anything, just... I don't really feel like I'm moving forward anymore. But that could, of course, be a bi-product of my heading towards 30 and still not knowing what I want. I don't know.
I can't finish this entry. I don't even remember where I was going with it. My mother, who, in case you don't yet know has recently been diagnosed with breast cancer, just called. She had an appointment with the doctor earlier where they found more lumps that may also be cancerous. Possibly stage 4. They scheduled her today to have surgery on the 27th to have them removed.
On the 27 I will be in Michigan still visiting my dad because I chose to take an extra vacation day and not come home until the 28th. I'm not gonna be there. I feel like the worst daughter ever, and I can't stop crying. So I'll finish later.
Edit: Ok, 25 minutes later. I am no longer hysterical. Turns out I can stop crying. I kinda have to, I don't have any other options in that area. I may delete this entry. I don't like that it makes me look bi-polar.