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I hate the the midterm that I had to write last is the final exam that I have to write last. I know it's just one more, and there's really only a page to study. Because I'm a loser and never listened to the tape of the class that I missed. Meh. I feel like we hardly even had this class... this is the one where the teacher was on tour with 50 Cent for a month. Obviously this entry is pure procrastination.
Yesterday was weird. It was weird walking around, being normal with everyone, when I really just wanted to go home and cry. Can't do that quite yet, I still have to get through today. This is harder than I thought it would be. It was hard not calling him yesterday. How do you get used to not talking to someone you've talked to almost every day for the past 3 years? I don't want to lose my best friend, too. It's not that we're 'not' talking, we just haven't talked yet. Part of me wants to give in, but I think more than that I really just want a hug. The studio manager at my school reminds me so much of Micah, King of Bear Hugs. I should just run up and hug him one day. I've been doing that a lot to Betty lately. She's pretty squishy, thanks to her big ol' fatbag that you saw in the picture yesterday. She's good at keeping me distracted. This morning while I was in the washroom, she came in and was whining. Then she hopped in the bathtub, but I didn't pay attention. So she started pawing the shower curtain. I looked over, and she was just sitting there like 'hey, look at me. I'm in the bathtub!' What would I do without my Betty? It makes me so sad to think that I'm not going to get to see Miles and Whorla as much (Jon's cats). Sunday morning, Whorla (the fat one) climbed in bed and curled up next to me, and Jon put his arm around me to pet her. So I was sandwhiched in between them, and the Whore started purring, and it was so comfortable for a few minutes. That used to be my favourite thing to do, just snuggle in bed with one of the cats. But obviously the feeling didn't last... Now I have two weeks ahead of me. Why do I feel like I won't be leaving my apartment during the next two weeks? Right, because I have no where to go. No, no, none of this feeling sorry for myself business. I made my bed, now I have to sleep in it alone. Not that that's really any different from how it's been the past few months anyway. Maybe I'm just mourning the idea of what could have been. It doesn't make it any less sad, though.
Ok, I have 40 minutes to cram things into my head. Dammit, this is the course that I actually need to know stuff for, too. Time is not on my side.
Yesterday was weird. It was weird walking around, being normal with everyone, when I really just wanted to go home and cry. Can't do that quite yet, I still have to get through today. This is harder than I thought it would be. It was hard not calling him yesterday. How do you get used to not talking to someone you've talked to almost every day for the past 3 years? I don't want to lose my best friend, too. It's not that we're 'not' talking, we just haven't talked yet. Part of me wants to give in, but I think more than that I really just want a hug. The studio manager at my school reminds me so much of Micah, King of Bear Hugs. I should just run up and hug him one day. I've been doing that a lot to Betty lately. She's pretty squishy, thanks to her big ol' fatbag that you saw in the picture yesterday. She's good at keeping me distracted. This morning while I was in the washroom, she came in and was whining. Then she hopped in the bathtub, but I didn't pay attention. So she started pawing the shower curtain. I looked over, and she was just sitting there like 'hey, look at me. I'm in the bathtub!' What would I do without my Betty? It makes me so sad to think that I'm not going to get to see Miles and Whorla as much (Jon's cats). Sunday morning, Whorla (the fat one) climbed in bed and curled up next to me, and Jon put his arm around me to pet her. So I was sandwhiched in between them, and the Whore started purring, and it was so comfortable for a few minutes. That used to be my favourite thing to do, just snuggle in bed with one of the cats. But obviously the feeling didn't last... Now I have two weeks ahead of me. Why do I feel like I won't be leaving my apartment during the next two weeks? Right, because I have no where to go. No, no, none of this feeling sorry for myself business. I made my bed, now I have to sleep in it alone. Not that that's really any different from how it's been the past few months anyway. Maybe I'm just mourning the idea of what could have been. It doesn't make it any less sad, though.
Ok, I have 40 minutes to cram things into my head. Dammit, this is the course that I actually need to know stuff for, too. Time is not on my side.