[	Sometimes I feel	|	tired	]
[	Rockin out to	|	tires screeching on the road outside	]

So today has begun to look like a better day than yesterday ended up being. So I've got that goin for me.

I registered for classes and pretty much got everything I wanted...just not at the times I wanted, but thats not a big deal I guess.

I'm excited about going to Starbucks and picking up my tips cause I am broke as a joke. And thats not funny.

I'm a little bit sleepy, but I guess thats what coffee is for. And my lip still hurts some. Funny stuff....I guess.

[	Sometimes I feel	|	sad	]
[	Rockin out to	|	none	]

Today, the day that started out to be absoulutley wonderful, has become horrible.

I found that the person I feel like I have become closest to since I've come to college is leaving next semester. Less than a month from today. The sadness that I feel is overwhelming. I spent the last hour crying uncontrollably and wondering what in the world I did wrong. I don't understand why this is happening. I'm so confused.

If we want to continue with the things that make this day awful we could talk about Mallory. I called to let her know I'm in Charlotte. She told me she would call at 7:45, the minute she got off work. I truely believed her this time. But lo and behold, no phone call. Others are saying, "Is that really a surprise from Mallory?" "Did you really think she'd call?" Yes. Yes I did. Because she is my friend and I thought that this time, she actually would call the minute she got off work, at 7:45, just as she'd promised.

I also got hit in the face with a frisbee. My upper lip is probably the size of Jupiter. Great.

And I don't think I am going to be able to spend any time with Steven tommorrow. The reason I came home. I miss the days that I remember so well from this summer. No classes, school, buses to catch, homework to do, shifts to work, licenses to renew. Things were carefree, and I loved them. Now i feel like when I come home, the only thing I can do is try to work around schedules. Mine and everyone else's. I feel like an inconvienance. I don't know what to do.