July 8, 2008 (Part 2)

My mind is trapped in an insomniac fog, so to speak. For some unknown reason, I could not sleep last night. Instead, I cleaned my room, organized, and began packing for college. 'Tis amazing how many nick-knacks and such that I have accumulated over my eighteen year life span. In order to boost my moral and "feel good" sensors, I decided to donate the majority of my clothing and old books to Goodwill. It's a short feeling of euphoria knowing you've helped someone, but it's better than nothing.

On a good note, the coffee here at work is much better, this morning. Or, maybe I have so much cream in my cup that it is canceling the rancid coffee taste out. If I wouldn't have been so lazy this morning, I could be drinking a lovely iced mocha. Curse you insomnia!

 

Eric and I had a tad bit of an argument last night. Well, it was more of a, "Here is the problem, we need to fix it.", conversation. After a good two hours of communicating, I believe we have reached an agreement. He and I both need to trust each other, and I intend on doing just that. It's humorous, to be honest; Whenever I talk to him, I get a funny "twittering" feeling in my stomach. How odd. I guess deep down I am a "girly-girl". Blah. Meh, oh well. Eric makes me happy and I almost feel complete, which is a huge improvement from where I have been lately.

 

Cody and I also had an argument, but, again, that is nothing new. To me, Kristin is a pain in the a*s, and to be honest, I never want to see her. But, I will keep my thoughts and opinions to myself, because I want Cody to be content. She is a b***h, though...This is going to be harder than I thought. Me and my stupid big mouth.

 

Oh, Lord, I just took a sip out of my coffee mug, and it is horribly cold. Dreadful, that was horridly dreadful. Tsk, I am getting distracted, again. My A.D.D. is apparently kicking in today. I do not understand why my doctor will diagnose me with A.D.D., seeing as I am distracted by anything and everything.

 

West Liberty just called; My schedule should be arriving any day, now. I sure hope I have decent music courses, but who knows. I bombed my audition due to my lovely anxiety and need of perfection. /Sigh.

 

I am still concerned about Amber. I have not heard a word from her today, of course, she's not on-line all the time. Surely she is okay. Goodness, I despise my paranoia and worry.

 

Oh, wonderful. I have four piles of Affidavits to complete for work. I s'pose I should begin on those.