I Sing the Heart Electric

As of this moment.. pending an Admissions Review Committee.. I've been rejected by Central.. I didn't meet "Admissions requirements"..?

I don't know what I'm going to do.. I think SmoothieBoy's taking back his invitation to move out with him.. so I need to go job hunting for a better job.. 40+hr/week job.. so i can start saving up to move out.. I'd love to move out by September.. that'd be awesome.. before that might be okay.. if I'm with SmoothieBoy.. Meanwhile.. this month I get to start paying off my student loans.. joy oh joy.. At least I only have $2,500 plus interest accrued..

this month: I need to pay my union dues.. my credit card.. my student loans.. save money.. get a new job with more hours.. or maybe even a second job..

I am Jack's Bake For Change bake sale sign..

SmoothieBoy and L-Word are over.. for sammiches and fun.. For some reason I seem to be lacking the latter. They keep interrupting me.. sometimes they remind me of kids..

I am Jack's fish 'n' chips stained shortpants.

smoothieboy and wolfboy are over. SmoothieBoy and I are playing scrabble... I love it. ^_^ I'll update on my weekend of activities tomorrow.

I am Jack's [blonde] terrorist hand bump.

Today.... I coloured my hair. I'm blonde..



Oh snap.

P.S. I heart Obama. I hope beyond hope he becomes the next president. The Mother and I are holding a bake sale in Puyallup the week after next to raise money for the Obama campaign. I cannot wait. I've been trying to figure out delicious treats to make for the cause. >.< I'm such a nerd.. *^_^*

Anyway.. I'm kinda tired. and I have my math final in the morning.

SmoothieBoy and I went to Puerto Vallarta today. The L-Word bailed numerous times today. Kinda peeved. and Preggo bailed to boink BabyDaddy. x.x

Night.

I am Jack's lonely abandoned ego.

I love my friends. Really I do. But today...


I hate them.

I'm so sick of doing tons of stuff for them and being there for them. Mrs. Reliable. Mrs. Responsible. Mrs. Punctual. And all I get in return, is bailed out on. Forced to wait without notice. Forced to sit here, not knowing what's going on, and just be hunky-dory about it. I'm sick of it. If I'm even a few minutes late [because of work or mom] I'm made to feel unbelievably guilty. But if they're late, I'm supposed to accept it.

Today was supposed to be a good day. It's noon and I'm already in tears. {expletive} this.