I need to make a trip to New Orleans soon!
Magazine St, to be exact. I need macaroons in my life. And, lots of them.
I’m going to be ugly for a hot second. And, I know that I’m above all of this. And, it’s in the past. And, she doesn’t bother me anymore, but just…let me have this one moment.
It makes me so happy inside to see that you’ve gained weight. You have no idea how good that feels to see unflattering pictures of you. All those snide comments and rude looks.
…bitch.
I know it’s mean. I know karma is going to get me, but maybe. Just maybe karma is showing her what it feels like and for her to see how mean she really was. There are not enough words to describe my dislike for that girl.
I have the sudden craving for a fancy meat, cheese and olive tray. And, a bottle of red wine. What I wouldn’t give for this right now.
Why do I have to have expensive taste?
I made a promise to Ricky and Dena that I wouldn’t focus my weekend on missing him since he couldn’t come to Pensacola due to work. And, I didn’t. I had fun, but all the while, I did miss him and wished he was there. Then, I didn’t get to talk to him all that much. Actually, we hadn’t talked a whole lot the past two weeks. So, I was starting to think things were slipping and just ending, which was not pleasant.
Well, after calling and texting on Sunday with no answer, which was very bizarre. I just gave up and threw in the towel and opted for friends. Well, he called me on Monday whenever I got home to chat for an hour then today for about 30 minutes! And, hes planning a visit, if all goes well with his work schedule, at the end of the weekend.
I’m just so excited! I miss him, terribly. Ultimately, set aside this flirting thing we have, he’s my best friend. And, I haven’t seen him in three weeks for the first time in six months. We are both dying without being able to see each other. Talk face to face. Play fight. And, have our long bear hugs.
Ahhh…I can’t wait to see him! I miss this kid something fierce!
Antsy.
My last international trip was in November. And, it’s been six months.
….y’all, I’m ready to leave the country again. Send me back to Europe! Or Africa. Or Asia. Send me somewhere!
I need an internationally traveling job, stat.
Vacay?
Well, I spent all weekend in Pensacola on the beach and in a condo! It was super fun, but I’ve managed to do something to my back. I’m not sure what, but I woke up one morning and I was in lots of pain. Since I was on vacation I just drugged myself on tylenol as best that I could.
Whenever I got home yesterday I told Mom about it and just took more tylenol. Well, whenever I sat down at the dinner table to eat, my back started to spasm and I landed on the floor screaming in pain. Mom freaked. Paw-Paw freaked. And, I was freaking since I literally couldn’t move. (One of the scariest moments of my life) Mom quickly picked me up, laid me in bed, gave me meds, and an ice pack. I ended up passing out from the meds and then first thing this morning, she called and made me a dr’s appointment.
Now, I’m on muscle relaxers, motrin, in physical therapy and I have to go to the lab tomorrow and have lots of tests run to make sure my kidneys aren’t failing.
….awesome, y’all. Prayers would be greatly appreciated because I’m actually in a lot of pain.
Procrastination at it’s finest.
So, I have two finals tomorrow. Accounting and Marketing.
I’m so checked out of school that it’s not even funny, y’all. I hate finals.
As in, instead of studying about SWOT analysis, market segmentation, and calculating average variable costs I’ve been reading up on…revolvers. Yeah…that’s how much I don’t want to study. And, I’m avoiding my book shelf like the plague because I just want to read anything…other than marketing. (I’ve already studied for accounting.)
Also, I keep over thinking everything. Anybody who knows me well knows this is my biggest downfall. It’s taking everything I have not to call Ricky and just pour my heart out. He wants me to. There’s still a few things I’ve yet to face and really deal with. Instead I’m acting as if they aren’t happening. That’s my coping mechanism…healthy, I know.
And, my neighbor’s dad passed away tonight and she’s younger than I am. She lost her Mom to breast cancer whenever I was in 7th grade, she was my teacher. Not even going to lie and say that it wasn’t a bit traumatic, especially since I grew up around her. I just feel so bad for Alyson. I ran errands this evening and saw the ambulance on her side of the street, but didn’t know if it was something serious. So, I decided to text her. Well, yeah…she told me her dad died. I felt/feel awful! Her only sister lives in Atlanta and now she’s alone. Luckily, she has extended family down here, but my heart is breaking for her. And, as awful as this sounds, I’m glad that I had to study so I didn’t have to go down there. (I’m an awful person for that, I know.) I just…don’t handle death well, at all. AT ALL. I mean, nobody really does, but I shut down completely. I still haven’t fully dealt with my aunt and uncle’s death from 2003 and 2005. I just…ignore it like it never happened. And, I’m not strong…for anybody. It breaks my heart to see others hurt so I end up crying, which makes me feel bad. I am going to call her tomorrow and try to see her, but drug myself before where I have no emotions…
This whole thing just brought everything to light. Life is so short and I’m so entirely blessed to have such loving parents. And, I kinda just want to go crawl in bed with my Mama and give her a hug.
So, y’all…make sure when you see your parents you give them a long hug and tell them you love them. You never know when they will be gone..
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