Don’t you know it’s gonna be…alright…
Every time the phone buzzes, I expect to see his name. And let me tell you: it’s getting old pretty quickly.
Seeing his name used to send a thrill through me— I totally understand the sending your heart aflutter thing now. But then the breakup happened, and it was too much.
Yet now he’s back at it, and it’s driving me INSANE. How do you tell an ex you’re supposed to be friends with that you can’t deal with being friends? BECAUSE THEYRE TOO FRICKIN NEEDY?
Answer: you can’t.
So until I figure out how to nip this in the bud and not crush a person, I’m forced to listen the incessant buzzing of my cell, each time praying it’s not him— and at the same time, kind of hoping it is.
Gah. I hate boys. They bitch about girls being needy, but some boys are insanely needy to the point where I can’t take it anymore— I’M NOT YOUR MOTHER! I want to scream.
But Anyway—
After a week spent pulling my hair out over three papers and ignoring upcoming finals. Instead, i spent my weekend sleeping in, indulging in one (or two or three) cups of coffee spiked with chocolate truffle mint creamer, and not venturing much further than my couch during a gilmore girls marathon.
Sunday was spent with some old friends at my favorite french bakery in charlotte, followed by a brief trip to Trader Joe’s to spend a significant amount of my low cash supply on amazing organic food— my Charlotte friend is to blame, as she is in school to be a chef— she’s rubbed her good food habits off on me, and I fear I am now a food snob who takes more pleasure in picking out the finest ingredients and granolas than partying the night away.
Damn. I’ve gotten old.
But there’s plenty of time to party the nights away. The next week brings the stress and chaos of exams, but also lots of gatherings, food, and friends. Christmas parties galore, tons of baking to do, and a birthday celebration at a fancy club for my friend’s 22nd. All topped off with an acoustic show at Amos’ Southend by one of my favorite bands, Relient K.
Things have been bad this semester. School is hard, love was found and lost, (then came calling when it wasn’t welcome at all), family wasn’t always there, and I’ve been exhausted. But maybe it’s gonna be okay— maybe it’ll be worth it when I’m finally done and have a chance to breathe.
And jetting off to Vegas straight away might help matters. But you know: here’s hoping.
