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| Current music: | oasis |
As of right now, I'm eating as much candy and drinking as much Dr Pep as I can before it hits midnight. After that, not even a sip of water can I take. Surgery's at 12, have to be there at 10:30.. have to leave at 9:30, therefore wake up at 8:30. God damnit. Oh well, at least they're putting me out for the surgery. That's always nice. I wonder if I'll get some morphine? They said it'll be painful and I'll be bleeding for a few days. OH JOY!
And if you haven't heard, I'm moving up in the world. I just got promoted to Assistant Manager, and even though it's only for another 2 months, a) it's a pay raise and b) it'll look great on resumes. Asst Manager at 17. Boo-yah! Man.. I go from crappy part-timer with crappy pay and crappy hours, to part-timer with crappy pay and good hours, to part-timer with ok pay and good hours, to 3rd key with great pay and great hours, to fuckin asst manager with everything plus a couple benefits. I'm not bragging, I'm merely gloating.
School is goin okay, I'm not doing as great as I had anticipated this past summer. High B's wasn't what I expected at all.. I was positive I'd get all high A's. It's just my job, man. If I didn't need sleep, I'd be doing great. /sigh. Oh well, I think I'll be okay. On our slow days, I can do my homework at work. That rocks. :D
Love is intoxicating. That's the best word I can think of to describe it. It's the best thing ever. Now I understand the REAL meaning and can REALLY relate to all those love songs, all those movies, everything that everyone talks about that I always figured was just a blown up exaggeration of caring about someone. I fell fast, and I fell hard, and kind of head-over-heels so far that my head kind of ended up in my ass, BUT! everything's been fine so far, great in fact, so I don't think it's rushing it. Everything just fell into place. And I feel like.. I feel like I'm high. That's why it's intoxicating. It makes you feel unreal.. euphoric.
The best advice I have to give to any of you is to stop waiting for it to happen, stop expecting it.. because the more you think about it and wish for it, the less likely it'll come. I had just accepted being single and stopped bitching about not having a boyfriend and stuff.. I hadn't thought about it in a long time, I just wanted to have fun and live life. It was a natural progression, I didn't conciously even force myself to stop. And then, all of a sudden, it just fell into my lap.
I'm not trying to rub it in anyone's face or anything, this is just my journal and I'm writing down how I feel. It's weird for me too, I don't know who really gets it. I had been single for almost as long as I've been working at Sam Goody --- Thats a LONG ASS TIME. But I'm ready to play the game.. Back in the saddle again, boys. Yeeee-haw.
On a different note, I'm on good terms with all family members.. and that's a big feat. It's probably because I don't get to see them much, therefore leaving no room to argue or even have reason to argue.. but everything just feels peaceful and loving and it feels 'homey'.
So yeah, the only unhappy factor in my life is my situation with my friends. In another 7-8 months, we'll all be splitting up, going to different colleges, probably losing touch, etc. I don't want to have to leave on bad terms with friends I've had for years. I mean, jeez. Courtney and I go back 5 years.. and just because we've both changed and grown in opposite directions, things got sour. 5 years ago, I never would have thought this would happen to us.. but it's happened with me and a lot of friends. The only thing I can really do about it is try and patch up what I can, not by kissing ass or lying or faking, just by gently telling the truth and trying to mend broken hearts because of broken friendships. Yeah, he knows who he is. I can't really do too much there though, just wait for him to come around if he's going to at all. I really would hate to have to leave Houston without ever patching things up, though. I think I'd always regret that. I guess we'll just see. That's all you can ever really do.
I haven't posted in a long time, so I deserve to have a long ass post that I didn't lj-cut for your convenience, so you could keep scrolling on your friends page. I am making you scroll further and futher. BAHAHAHAHHA!
Ugh. Surgery's gonna suck balls. No make-up, jewelry, or even lotion.. but even if I see someone I know, I don't have to worry about being embarassed because they won't even recognize me. :) They'll just walk by and shudder, thinking "Oh GOD that girl needs some help, some make-up or SOMETHING" Mmmm-hmmm, yuuuup.
Okay, wish me luck.
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