Galactic.

That's for you Bri.
And Laura if she had a blog haha.

I think my days working in a sweltering hot cookie shop are coming to an end. I hardly work anymore, but I have been called in twice to work already this week, so that might be a good sign too. I really need the cash.
I have also sworn off vacationing after the 4th. Ludington is going to rob me clean. I did buy a backpack that I didn't need though, but I just couldn't resist! Stupid Adidas and their awesomeness.
Speaking of the lack of money, I have two movie premiers in a row: Eclipse tonight, and The Last Airbender tomorrow night. Call me lame, but I am WAAAY too excited for Avatar. WHOO! Laura and I got our tickets and we are going to see it with Henry, so that will be awesome.
Also, some relief has finally come in the way of boy drama. Josh has moved! No more awkwardness and weird conversations and having to see them together. Bleh. Its over with. He packed all his shit on Monday and he has to peace out of that apartment and office tomorrow. Phew. I'm finally glad to be getting the space I need from all that nonsense. I'm also glad that our goodbye was public and short and just a hug and no lame talking about how glad we were to meet each other. I probably would have puked on him if that was the case.
Umm, what else is there to say?
OH YEAH.
I have been having psycho dreams again! One that I can remember vividly was about two nights ago. It was about two magician apprentices that were working with this really old master thing in this super old house. One of the boys was younger than the other, it looked about three years or so. The younger one was super jealous of the older one because he thought that the older one was better and that he would be the best. So one day when the master and older apprentice were out on a mission, the little one decided to kill himself. He got out a bottle of wine from a cupboard, opened it, and started chugging it. Then, in between giant gulps of wine, he smashed the bottle in his hand into bits and started eating the glass! Soon he was eating so much glass that I couldn't tell what the difference was between the wine and blood, and then he died, I'm assuming from loss of blood. It was so sick and vivid. I don't know what's wrong with my head.
Apart from my morbid subconscious, everything has been fine. I also got my classes for the fall and I have class everyday, all ending before 2, so that's bittersweet. My mom got mad that I planned my classes around coaching, a volunteer thing, and not for a job, something I get paid for. She thinks my prioritizing sucks, but honestly, I put coaching first because I love it so much more. I mean, Robin will understand, and I will just switch my hours to Saturday. Plus. I can figure something out with a new job, if one ever shows up. I can just work on Sundays and Saturdays and see what happens. I guess I can get that all figured out if I get a call from the places I've applied.
This should be interesting.

Grr.

I seriously need a new job. That dumb bitch won't give me my paycheck! I know she doesn't have the money, but she should have thought that through before she hired another girl!!!
Sorry, no need to vent, but I seem to lack things to discuss.
This week is all about the applications. Applications for a new job, and applications for loans. I really need to get that out of the way and not wait last minute to get my money like I did last year. Plus, I need to decide a major.
Bleh, I feel like this is deja vu, writing about the same crap all the time.
Things with Chey, Cam, and I cooled down. Cam said something to Chey (I want to know what!) that got her to text me and believe me that I just want to be friends. Although, I get the feeling that Cam may still be a little mad at me, simply because I defended myself against her, and I had no right to. Blah blah blah, or well. Drama is over in one area of my life.
Sorry, I don't think this entry is very entertaining to those of you across the pond.

Pretending.

Its only been two days, and I am already tired of pretending that this isn't bothering me.

Oi.

I don't even know what to say.

I'm just going to ignore you, and when he talks to me again, if it gets brought up, I will say something. Other than that, it never happened, and I never read it.

This Day.

Is over. Thank God.
I thought this day was going to be great, and it was, don't get me wrong. The open house was fun, the thing at church was fun, game night was fun, and the bonfire was fun. I just can't get passed two things that make me really sad.
1. I saw Cam's mom today. Yeah, stupid that I would be sad about that. I knew how much I missed his family, and being around them all the time, but not until his mom told me she was talking about me the other day, and hoping that she would see me at Fry's open house did I really grasp how much they all meant to me. Then she had to go and say she wanted a hug, and I thought I was going to lose it. That moment just made me really regret saying "I can't" with Cam. I know, you guys all hate me now for saying it, but that's just how it felt. I wish I would've had the chance to talk to her more, and ask her how everyone has been. I miss them all so much, and it sucks. I guess its the price I pay for making the choice that I made. Its just kind of sucked lately because I have only had a million people ask me about Cameron lately for no reason at all. Its just been people letting me know he works at Walmart, which I obviously already knew, and people telling me that he might be at the open house, and I don't really care. I mean, I do care because I really miss him as a friend and have been wondering how things have been going for all of them lately, but I don't hate him, and I really wish certain people would realize that. He was important to me, and was a big part of my life, and I really wish that some people would understand that and realize it. Bleh, this is all weird and it was a really bittersweet thing seeing her today. It still makes me want to cry thinking about it.
2. The fact that Fry, yes you, are really serious about leaving permanently. I mean, you are free to do as you please, but that doesn't mean it doesn't suck. Let's be honest, I may cry just as hard, or even harder than when Jana left, for you. I've known you for a good long while, and I can't believe that you are considering living across the OCEAN for good. It's really sad, and I'm going to miss you, really, I am. You better blog every other day while you are over there for those 5 weeks and keep us posted on what is happening with the whole living situation, or else I will hunt you down haha.