I am frustrated
I have had the most wonderful week. Despite the "my parents might be splitting up thing". There love life sucks. Mine rocks. Well. Almost rocks. It sucks becuase I have refallen in love with Nick but I don't think that he is completely in love with me again yet, at least not ready to say it and I want to tell him so badly that I love him but I cant. Oh well. Maybe when I get back from CHELAN!!!! Here is how my last few days went. or i guess yest/today
Wednesday:
wake up and am at McDonalds for the now usual fruit and yogurt parfait for breakfast and pick up apple dippers for my break when i look at phone and see i missed a call from starbucks. rather than listen to my message I book it up there and they are like "bout time you showed up" turns out I started at 8 not 8:30. I am never late. turns out the two openers both had called out sick, the girl who got on before me was an hour late and the people after me were late. All things considered my 15min of lateness was the least big of a deal. Work goes well until i butcher a drink 3 times in a row fuck up the next one twice then spill a grande mocha on myself. like THE ENTIRE THING. then im off of work and go home. shower. pack. leave for Nicks. God I love it. I wish he and I lived together. If we lived together it wouldnt be like it was the last days, wed be at work, and with friends, and have to make special time together but spending 12 hours sleeping in his arms=amazing. we did nothing but joke around and have fun all of wednesday.
Thursday:
get up realize that McDonalds breakfast ends in 30 minutes, get ready, and go down and get breakfast. I am addicted to McDonalds. I even let myself have the pancakes which were delicious but abad idea becuase blowing self control that early made me eat shit the rest of the day. After that we drove downtown to return his bedframe cuase the boxspring didnt fit up his tiny staircase. then we drove to Ikea where i proceded to get super frustrated cause i forgot where it was and i was in dire need of caffine. we get there and shop and then i berak a glass and get pissy becuase im hungry (pancakes are yummy and high in calories but dont keep you full that long and by now it was almost 2) and then we try to fit everything (the bed) into the car and its a pain in the ass and i get more pissy and nicks curled up in aball not even on a seat in teh back and i get lost and we stop at 7-11 for a cliff bar(and candy) and directions and i come back out and nick is pulling the bed (3 boxes odly shapen) out of my car and im like WTF that took forever to get in and hes all "i have an idea" which fails (but it was a good try in hindsight) and im even pissier but then i eat sugar and get on a sugar high. we go home, take a nap. we took a nap the day before. im napped out. im not tired, just want caffien, but we sleep anyway and then have to go to subway for dinner than to the mariners game. his cousin sits with us and in the 7th inning we sit with two girls from his London trip and they talk to him as if they know eveyrthing about him and one girl totally wanted him and I got hella jealous. it didnt help that they were super skinny and i felt ugly and fat and in severe need of caffiene and my boyfriend to say I love you to me.
we go home, cuddle, i try not to get sad/jealous/horny and then i go home.
nowi need to go to sleep! big day tomorrow and I wont be online till September 2nd or 3rd. oh how oh how oh how will you survive?
Wednesday:
wake up and am at McDonalds for the now usual fruit and yogurt parfait for breakfast and pick up apple dippers for my break when i look at phone and see i missed a call from starbucks. rather than listen to my message I book it up there and they are like "bout time you showed up" turns out I started at 8 not 8:30. I am never late. turns out the two openers both had called out sick, the girl who got on before me was an hour late and the people after me were late. All things considered my 15min of lateness was the least big of a deal. Work goes well until i butcher a drink 3 times in a row fuck up the next one twice then spill a grande mocha on myself. like THE ENTIRE THING. then im off of work and go home. shower. pack. leave for Nicks. God I love it. I wish he and I lived together. If we lived together it wouldnt be like it was the last days, wed be at work, and with friends, and have to make special time together but spending 12 hours sleeping in his arms=amazing. we did nothing but joke around and have fun all of wednesday.
Thursday:
get up realize that McDonalds breakfast ends in 30 minutes, get ready, and go down and get breakfast. I am addicted to McDonalds. I even let myself have the pancakes which were delicious but abad idea becuase blowing self control that early made me eat shit the rest of the day. After that we drove downtown to return his bedframe cuase the boxspring didnt fit up his tiny staircase. then we drove to Ikea where i proceded to get super frustrated cause i forgot where it was and i was in dire need of caffine. we get there and shop and then i berak a glass and get pissy becuase im hungry (pancakes are yummy and high in calories but dont keep you full that long and by now it was almost 2) and then we try to fit everything (the bed) into the car and its a pain in the ass and i get more pissy and nicks curled up in aball not even on a seat in teh back and i get lost and we stop at 7-11 for a cliff bar(and candy) and directions and i come back out and nick is pulling the bed (3 boxes odly shapen) out of my car and im like WTF that took forever to get in and hes all "i have an idea" which fails (but it was a good try in hindsight) and im even pissier but then i eat sugar and get on a sugar high. we go home, take a nap. we took a nap the day before. im napped out. im not tired, just want caffien, but we sleep anyway and then have to go to subway for dinner than to the mariners game. his cousin sits with us and in the 7th inning we sit with two girls from his London trip and they talk to him as if they know eveyrthing about him and one girl totally wanted him and I got hella jealous. it didnt help that they were super skinny and i felt ugly and fat and in severe need of caffiene and my boyfriend to say I love you to me.
we go home, cuddle, i try not to get sad/jealous/horny and then i go home.
nowi need to go to sleep! big day tomorrow and I wont be online till September 2nd or 3rd. oh how oh how oh how will you survive?