Time for Readjustments
so I'm glad I just got to vent on my own on Wednesday's blog. it was definitely something I'm glad I did. whether anyone reads it, responds to it, whatever, I don't care. it was really for ME! unfortunately I don't have a "personal" option on blogger or I would be writing a lot more often just for myself.

So as everyone may now, school started on Tuesday and so far, so good! I've been EXTREMELY productive which I'm proud of. I actually do work, instead of going about goofy off with friends. I wake up at the butt crack of dawn (a.k.a 5am) to get to school before 6:30. I'm doing tutoring in the LGI this year so I need to get there early. hey, it's an extra $200 a month if I go everyday!! That's some good shiet!! extra money is always a GOOD thing! I've also been EXTEMELY tired when I get home. I just get home, go upstairs to put my stuff down, shower and then go downstairs and pass out!! Last night was the first time this week I stayed up till 11pm!! THAT'S LATE!! lol. . .sad, especially from the girl who stayed up till 5am sometimes during the summer.

I've decided to actively attempt at going to some of these MeetIn events. I'm thinking about dong Last Saturday and the Social Mixer. it'll be a good way to meet people outside of work. not only that, I'm extremely excited about tomorrow night for Suzanne's bday. it'll be fun to go to Sherlock's out on West Gray to hang out and stuff. I might be able to stop by and see Trang's new apartment and stuff. it'll be good to just get out (even though gas is freaking EXPENSIVE!)

I went and bought the Bowling for Soup and Mariah Carey cd. LOVE THEM (probably more Soup than Mimi) even though I've heard "We Belong Together" for a while, when I read the lyrics, I realized that's what I missed from any and all of my relationships:
who else am I gonna lean on
when times get rough
who's gonna talk to me on the phone
till the sun comes up
yeah. . .I miss that. no matter how good of friends I have, they'll never understand some things. there's things that I can never tell them like I can do some people. one of those unexplainable things. . .

oh well =\