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.