Hi . . . wow, I’m tired. I’m definitely not writing this in
school. Nope. Not me. I wouldn’t do that.
Today I’m skipping the last half of school because my family
is going on vacation. We’re going to go zip lining, horseback riding, swimming,
and hiking. (Two out of the four we could do at home anyway . . .) Anyway, I’m
almost excited, but I’m also really worried. The last time I rode a horse it
bolted and I fell off.
Speaking of which, when I told my older brother that story he
was actually super worried. See, I blacked out before I hit the ground and woke
up afterward with no memory of hitting the ground, and he suddenly became super
paranoid because apparently that could cause brain damage. Or something. I
don’t know, I don’t really listen to my brother.
Did I mention I’m super tired? Yesterday my coworker called
me at ten o clock and we ended up talking for two hours. He’s literally the
second coworker that’s happened with, and it makes me wonder what about me
makes people want to talk to me. Especially when I hate phone calls with a
Speaking of phone calls. I’m trying to get a new job, but I
need to call in to see if they will hire me. But, like I said earlier, I hate
phone calls. So . . . wish me luck.
Fun story. I broke up with my boyfriend a little over a week
ago. My “best” (In quotes because who in their right mind would do this to
their best friend.) began to hint that he likes me again yesterday. I say hint,
but he might as well have outright told me. He said he liked this girl he
hadn’t told me about and she was his really good friend and she had just barely
broken up with her boyfriend. Seeing as he’s literally told me all of the girls
he’s liked, his refusal to tell me her name means it’s definitely me.
Do you see the problem? This summer I lost a whole lot of
friends, and I just barely broke up with my boyfriend, and he is trying to tell
me this now? I’ve even rejected him in the past when he liked me the first
time! I just—why would he force me to reject him after such a traumatic
Ugh. I’m really annoyed, if you can’t tell. He expected me
to just get over the guy I’ve been in love with for five years in less than two
weeks. Yeah, like that’s going to happen.
The other friends I have have really stepped up, however.
One of my peers in school, when she found out about the breakup, took me out to
dinner so I could vent to her about it. It was a lot of fun, and she chose an
excellent restaurant. She even paid for me. I am so grateful. It meant a lot to
So, sorry about that rant. That’s probably not what you
signed up for when you clicked here.
I just realized I haven’t explained the title yet. We’re
literally leaving today and I’m still not even close to being done packing.
It’s really awkward. Well, no. It just means I’m lazy.
Anyway, that’s all. Thanks for listening!
Have a good day!