- I just replaced the rubbers on my bike. Now the chain is broken. That bike ride I've been looking forward to all week was less than short-lived.
- Ian is straight up picking on Grandma. He's called her at 5am and 3:30am now. He's called her asking for my DVDs (thanks, bro), because he "has a tv now" (maybe, maybe not, since he can barely afford toilet paper). He got jumped...? Which is why he called me then Grandma but never Mom or Jim. *Why does he think I'm the weakest link!?* I'm too nice. Psht. I've ignored his last three calls.
- I'm leaving tomorrow. And I'm crazy excited to see my friends again, get back to work, and fall in love with a new set of campers. But I'm going to miss my family. I don't even really want to see them when I'm there. I just hate transitions. I hate saying goodbye, which is why I get all bitchy and mean before I leave; because I am stressed and sad. But then I feel even sadder when I try to go to sleep that night remembering how mean I was. I'm already feeling anxious about it. I think that's my aversion to packing. I have a hard time packing, unless I'm going somewhere with someone. I just put it off, because I don't like to think about leaving. It's really hard on me.
|This is a picture of me right now feeling dejected and pathetic.|