march the 1st
I don't feel like writing for some reason.
The weekend didn't start off well. Remember the laser show that I was supposed to go to? I didn't go. Apparently before I could leave school and call Allie and Susan, they had taken off to watch a friend of ours wrestle. Of course, I didn't know, and I was left with the guilty feeling that I had done something wrong, or I had forgotten to call them earlier. I ended up spending the evening at Zest Diner with a headache and a mouth full 'o pain.
Mouth full 'o pain, you ask? Even as I write now, a pain shoots through the right side of my face. I'm not quite sure what it is, but I'm willing to bed that it has something to do with my wisdom teeth. At first it was just a collection of pains, and "oohhh's" and "ahhhh's", but now my problems have evolved to the point where it now hurts to open my mouth and eat food. I can't even open my mouth to its full size, I am forced to shoving the food into the small gap I have left between my teeth.
It hasn't been a comfortable weekend.
But let's journey onward, shall we?
I learned something interesting. Apparently my effort to keep my journal honest has backfired. I don't mind that people I know are able to read my journal, on the contrary I encourage them to do so, as it may provide some insight for them about me. But there are those that have read things and deemed it fit to approach certain people that I have written about in my journal and ask them certain questions - embarrassing the askee and I. You have to understand, when I write about people and when it concerns a fairly touchy subject, I'm quite wary of what exactly I write about and take the time to determine whether or not it is appropriate to include it in a writing session. When I do deem it necessary, I ask the person I write about if it's alright with them and if they are comfortable with it. I still took these various steps when I wrote about these individuals, but the consequences were to much and they asked that I change their names or delete them from my journal, which I have done. Such a shame really, to have to altar or destroy my writing because of peoples callousness and insensitivity. Ah well, I shall continue to write, but I'll have to be a little more careful.
I went to work Saturday with a cloud of sickliness above my head. My boss Pat (who I had to close with) noticed it almost immediately and actually took it easy on me. I was shocked, and slightly touched - I had never seen this sort of compassion with Pat. We closed the store on a good note and I left in high spirits.
Today was an unproductive day. I did manage to wake up at 9 in the morning to spread grass seeds over my lawn (don't ask me WHY I wanted to do that today) as well as vacuuming my house. But after that, I really didn't get to much. I was supposed to go over to a friends house and scan a few things so that i could have new pictures for my new journal entries, but I just didn't feel like doing anything. I couldn't explain what I felt like today. I wasn't quite lazy, and I wasn't exhausted either. I just didn't feel like getting out of my comfy pj's I suppose. Strange though, I took a shower mid afternoon, thinking I was going to go somewhere but didn't end up doing so. Oh well. Heck, I didn't even want to write this journal entry now, but I managed to kick my ass and do something.
The old man and I got talking while I was sprawled disgustingly over my couch. He seemed to be strangely understanding, something that isn't common for him. I actually managed to convince him that pre-med wasn't for me. He tried valiantly to make me stay with pre-med, but after I told him that I found it boring and that it was losing my interests, he stopped. I have been pleased with the way communication betwixt me and my father have been leading. It'll be nice to be able to talk to my dad again without feeling annoyed..
I saw Chel online and we spoke briefly. Then she suddenly left while I was trying to respond to her last IM. Perhaps I'm boring her now. *sigh*