8/2/2002

Just talked to Mitch. Things are good. 🙂 I’m being a tough bitch for him.

I haven’t killed the plants or the cats, which is a good sign. I felt stupid lugging arond those white jugs, though.

Rob and Michael are dinking around in the family room and my parents are finishing up “Dragonfly” in the living room. From what I saw, before I zonked out, it’s a good movie.

I have work tomorrow, 7 a.m., as usual. I’m pretty wiped out from this week – I’d like to sleep in on Sunday, but I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea. And I just remembered I need to get up even earlier to go and feed the cats. That’ll be hard.

Dad fixed my blisters tonight, but my feet still hurt. And I’m sunburned through my tan. And I think I have that intestinal thing. But enough whining – I got my first paycheck today. 🙂

Michale and I, plus some of his friends, are going to go to a Third Eye Blind/Goo Good Dolls/Vanessa Carlton concert on Tuesday at the Amp. That should be a good time. We just need to sort out the details.

Mom and I started to shop for school things today – I figured out that I can “stand” her in small doses. But the constant questions can become bothersome after too long.

Hazel and I made toilet paper today, and I was a “fun bitch” the rest of the day. She’ll be gone until Tuesday and I’ll miss her. She’s cool. Meeting her makes me excited for college somehow. It’s odd.

I had other thoughts in my head, but they’re gone now. I’m just trying to hang in there…