It's amazing how much emotional trama a girl can go through in just one week. Not even a week, more like a day. My life has been turned upside down, shaken up, blended into a mocha frappachino, poored into a cold cup, and given to a pit bull who has then ate it all (including the cup), shit it out, and then I stepped on it. Amazing.
School sucks. I cannot convery this point enough. IT SUCKS. Spanish sucks. Juvenille Deliquency sucks. Criminal Justice doesn't suck so much. And Development of the Sociological Theory REALLY sucks. I suppose it's not good for me to sit in the back of the room of the DST class and just wonder what the hell the teacher is talking about. That's what I get for taking a 400 level class my first semester back into it all. I want to shot myself in the foot.
Friends are good. I don't get to see them as much as I did last semester, which sucks. We're just all so busy . . . . but I miss you guys. We should make plans more often than just Tuesdays.
Family is getting on my nerves. I've had it up to my neck with parental lectures, speeches, and 20 minute conversations. I want to crawl into the hole that is Evansville and just rot here for a little bit with no communications from the outside world.
Work is good. I love my jobs. And I'm also good at them, which is great. I kind of got thrown onto the drive thru bar today during rush and kicked ass, so all is good with that. Feelin' good there.
But everything else sucks.
Andrew and I are doing okay. We'll be doing okay. We are okay. Something . . . . . . we're just stressed is all. I love him, and he's fantastic. I wish other people could see that.
