Wednesday, July 1, 2009

For the day.

M. sent me a letter yesterday at about 11. I only got to read it momentarily before I went to bed.

Guess what it said?

"So, basically I realized I probably screwed up everything. I ruined it and messed everything up. I was stupid to never act and I will understand if you have moved on. I hope that I can have another chance to make things right."

(sigh)

What do I do? Honestly. Because I don't know anymore. I really don't.

I'm helping my sister move today. I still don't have my notebook (and I left it at my grandma's over a week ago), and dear god, it is killing me. I'm at the point where I'm even considering using the unlined sketch notebook, that U. got me for my birthday, to write in. Is that desperate or what? But this lack of my notebook is squashing my inspiration quite effectively. Frustrating.

My book list for next year costs about 300+ dollars, not to mention the HUGE list of stuff I need to buy for the dorm. On the bright side, I found some extra-long twin sheets at Target, in a color I can stand. So now I don't have to buy them from the school in bizarre colors combinations.

Another plus: my sister's new apartment has a storage space. Now, I have a place where I can put my all of my books and stuff while I'm in the dorms. Such a relief, I have to admit.

My mom told me that she'll keep my cat when I go to the dorms, which is a HUGE relief. I didn't know what I was going to do with him when I moved, and I didn't want to take him to the pound or give him to someone new (who would have probably been out of state, since it was my stepdad who was offering to find him a new home). As for my other cat, the more unruly one, I still don't know.

My room is an utter mess, and I'm making NO progress on my book, or writing in general. Not to mention, my research is at a stand-still.

I've been sorta-chatting on Facebook with a guy who's going to Rocky next year. He's pretty cool, but he's also under the misconception (no matter how many times I've tried to tell him otherwise) that I'm "tiny." We're the same height, and he's about forty pounds lighter than me, and he keeps telling me that "he's fat." I feel like there's some role-reversal in play right here, but maybe that's just me. Ah well, he's good to talk to, in any case. Very flattering, lol, as well as good motivation. Can't wait to meet him in person come August.

Anyway, I have to get ready now. Time is running out for the morning.

Ta.

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