Mixing Excedrin Migraine and a white chocolate mocha from Arabica is a very bad idea if you have to work at 6:00 AM the following day. Too much caffiene. And here I am, wide awake. I'll need a nap after work tomorrow for sure.
Not only is all of this caffiene keeping me up, but I am too stressed out about everything else. Sue really got to me the other day with her crazy texts. She is a grown 40 year old woman, and she has to try to start a fight through texting with her 19 year old stepdaughter. How mature of her. I'll never understand why it seems that almost every adult figure in my life seems to be so childish. She couldn't even call me when I asked her to. And now I guess I am supposed to call my father tomorrow and tell him about it (influence of Kyle and Aunt Rosa). But I mostly weigh my decisions based off of their opinions; Kyle having always been there for me and my aunt being the only adult in my family whom I can look up to. My dad will know in his heart that she is wrong, but I bet a billion dollars that I will get reemed for it. Oh, how my parents never let me down.
I am also still freaking out about moving out this summer. I am praying for Jess to get that scholarship so she can be my roomie. Not just for splitting the rent, but just having somebody at home with me would be wonderful. I'm not a fan of being home alone, so coming home to an empty apartment every day does not seem appealing to me at all. But the financial part is the scariest. Considering I make 8.00 and work probably 25 hours a week. I'm going to be so poor. Unlike my father, who can buy his huge house and fancy cars but not help his daughters with school tuition; or even some books every now and then. Hmph.
Andddd finals are next week. Poetry is killing me. And apparently I suck at interpreting them. This semester can't end fast enough. That month long winter break coming up is very much needed.
Thank God Kyle comes home for the weekend tomorrow. It will be very nice. :)
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