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Sound of my mind churning wheels?
I'm stressed. Work is killing me, my dad is frustrating me, and I miss Louie to death. And we've only been away 3 days. However I've got 4 more days until payday. And one week from payday (Tuesday) I'm moving! :) Moving down to Dellroy with Louie and his dad. Louie got a good job in Alliance at Montrose, a car dealership, and has been working the past couple days. So he's pretty much moved back in with his dad and I've been packing in the last two days that I've had off. (Not very much however as I haven't felt up to doing much at all lately.) I've been cleaning my ass off and trying to be nice to my dad but he persistently tells me I don't know what I'm getting myself into and blah blah blah. He just doesn't want me to move. That doesn't mean that he should go as far as to say that there's nothing down there for us when there's clearly more there than there is here, not to mention more help and friendly faces. But anyhow, I hate moving. I don't like to pack. Especially with as many things as I have. As much crap, I should say. I've packed a bag of clothes and two boxes of movies. Priorities, of course.
Louie's dad is looking into renting a house instead of the apartment above the pizza shop where he is now. And Louie will help pay rent and I'm going to help with the deposit and we'll have so much more room. Four bedrooms, a big yard, and we'll be able to keep the animals. (We planned on it anyways, except we'll actually be allowed to keep the animals there.)
Also, Wednesday Louie's coming back up after work to spend the night and then lead my dad and I to Dellroy Thanksgiving morning so our dads will finally meet and such. I hope beyond hope that everything works out well. :/
So in otherwords, I guess I'm ruining my life... Or so I've been told at least.
At least I'm happier than ever, I'm so excited to move down I wish time would just go a little bit quicker... It feels like every day is twice as long as it should be.
Wow, I have a jumpy mind lately.
Sound of my mind churning wheels?
I'm stressed. Work is killing me, my dad is frustrating me, and I miss Louie to death. And we've only been away 3 days. However I've got 4 more days until payday. And one week from payday (Tuesday) I'm moving! :) Moving down to Dellroy with Louie and his dad. Louie got a good job in Alliance at Montrose, a car dealership, and has been working the past couple days. So he's pretty much moved back in with his dad and I've been packing in the last two days that I've had off. (Not very much however as I haven't felt up to doing much at all lately.) I've been cleaning my ass off and trying to be nice to my dad but he persistently tells me I don't know what I'm getting myself into and blah blah blah. He just doesn't want me to move. That doesn't mean that he should go as far as to say that there's nothing down there for us when there's clearly more there than there is here, not to mention more help and friendly faces. But anyhow, I hate moving. I don't like to pack. Especially with as many things as I have. As much crap, I should say. I've packed a bag of clothes and two boxes of movies. Priorities, of course.
Louie's dad is looking into renting a house instead of the apartment above the pizza shop where he is now. And Louie will help pay rent and I'm going to help with the deposit and we'll have so much more room. Four bedrooms, a big yard, and we'll be able to keep the animals. (We planned on it anyways, except we'll actually be allowed to keep the animals there.)
Also, Wednesday Louie's coming back up after work to spend the night and then lead my dad and I to Dellroy Thanksgiving morning so our dads will finally meet and such. I hope beyond hope that everything works out well. :/
So in otherwords, I guess I'm ruining my life... Or so I've been told at least.
At least I'm happier than ever, I'm so excited to move down I wish time would just go a little bit quicker... It feels like every day is twice as long as it should be.
Wow, I have a jumpy mind lately.