Four days.
Alright so I saw Mike a bunch since that Sunday night. Pretty sure we're going out now. Haven't seen him for a week though so that sucks.
Somehow his parents found out which wasn't so cool, because they also found out some other stuff. But whatever. I hope I see him soon and everything is all cool because... blah.
Casey's going to the Magic Convention. That's awesome, even if I have a boyfriend, because I would love to see him. However, my dad is now considering not going. I really hope we go, because I've been looking forward to it for about a year.
My parents decided that we're going to Disney World in honor of my dad's 50th birthday. That's the primary reason for the not going to Disney, I believe. I'm excited to go to Disney but it's going to stress me out and I would be happier with the Magic Convention.
My mom and I got into this big thing, over something incredibly stupid that happened to tap into deeper frustrations. We talked it out, I actually cried. It's pretty okay now, but yeah I don't know. It sucked.
Work is almost done. Only four more days!
I've been sick for like two weeks. My mom sent me home today because I felt like crap.
Got the blood test results. I have to go back for some retests. May have PCOS. Cool.
So tired and frustrated right now. Disappointed about possibly not going to the Magic Convention, about not seeing Mike, about my therapist.
This is about it for this entry.
I suck, people suck, I don't want to go back to school.
Yay.
Bye.