Tired, Part 2

I'm so unoriginal.


3:30 p.m. Well, Remington's gone to Riverside (sigh). Went home during my 11:00 break between classes (my favorite sandals broke =( I'm so pissed about that), and talked to him. He wanted to see me before he left, so we arranged for him to pick me up from class right before he left. It was like I was trying to hold on to him by his lips (yeah, that would work). At least I got to see him for a little bit =) Sucks that he won't be back until Monday, though. Like him and Zoe, I'll be happy when these things are over. Two conferences in two weeks is so annoying. He was asking me my clothes sizes...unless this is some sort of b-day thing, I don't get it. Especially asking my shoe size...I'm puzzled.

Forgot to mention that on Wednesday he found out about some sort of free swing dance class offered to the grad students, and he wants to do it. Of course I'm uh, not a grad student, but his logic about it is to tell them that "you're mine" and apparently that'll somewhat convince them. Whatever, I'll let him work that out. (He even mentioned the "She's mine" bit in front of Melissa and Bill. Wonder what they thought of that.)

I don't have to go set up the parade and that shit- Jenny found someone else to do it =) So I have a little free time to poop out, yay!

Kinda dreading fashion show rehearsal tonight, mainly 'cause I won't know what to do. I feel bad about that, but I really wanted to go to massage. If they kick me out for missing, then fine, they can go dig up someone else to wear three outfits at a moment's notice. Let 'em try. It may go on for days...oh well. Somewhat excited and not excited about Picnic Day. Rather pissed that I don't get to see anything else of it. Why must I travel in a pack of eight people? Most of whom just want to look at dogs and only dogs? Families, ugh. In a way I'm looking forward to the weekend being all over. Though I am excited about the show.

While reading homework this afternoon, I've been spacing out daydreaming about Remington. Sheesh. At least next week I'll get to see Remington a lot =) Shoot, over a week of seeing him...=) that'll be such a switch. Definitely not used to that at all...


9:30 p.m. My mother makes me tiiiiiiired. Even when we're not fighting, it's such an effort to talk to her...it's always "you seem edgy, are you cranky? Is something wrong? Are you getting enough sleep, sweetie? What's wrong?" Even the questions make me tired. I just can't fake cheery and happy to talk to them. Even thinking of talking to them nowadays makes me tired and cranky. Not looking forward to dealing with them tomorrow. Plus some of my cousins are bringing friends along...ten people altogether? Ugh. Ugh. And everyone keeps asking me about Remington being there. He's not coming, please don't remind me of that, I'm not in the mood.

I'm not really this bitchy, but I'm already tired. Fashion show rehearsal went about 2 1/2 hours. About at least a hour and a half of it going through ONE runthrough. For a 45 minute show. It was fun, but I'm worried about them getting their acts together.


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