Less than two weeks

Two weeks. Less than that! hallelujah! So, I was sitting talking to Josh and asked him how happy he was with his life right now. He said he was happy! He asked the same question to me...I can't say I responded with the same answer. I said that many many things could be improved upon...I decided that I needed to think this out!

• School sucks. Last semester I actually enjoyed the majority of my classes. Not this semester. I'm basically just trying to get through them; i.e. Sociology and Microeconomics. I would include Humanities but I'm through with it now so it doesn't count anymore.
• My roommate situation is truly not ideal at all. We really don't get along. We each talk about eachother behind their back. She told one of my friends that she felt sorry for me because I don't get out much and I don't hang out with anyone. Let me just defend myself...I don't get out to hang out with people because I'm trying to do well in my classes which I DON'T SKIP! If you can skip and get good grades with barely studying then congrats to you. I can not skip or even space out! Which then goes back to my first point!
• My relationship could be improved upon in the sense that I hate distance. It has been the hardest part of our relationship being apart. We fight so much more now. In about the first 2 years we did not fight. If we did it was needed and we only grew from it. Now, fighting is normal and I hate it! I just want to be able to have my main form of conversation be face to face. I hate talking on my cell phone. I don't want to sit in the hall every night talking to him. I want to see him in the flesh...I just miss him immensely. Tonight as I was sitting in the hall talking to him I looked to my right....I seriously longed for him to be there right then. It really did feel like part of me was missing and I had to find it as soon as possible. It was like a hole.....
• Previously I talked about a friend. Well that friend, who for a while I thought would be my maid of honor, has disregarded my emotions too many times. I wrote a letter to her because the situation did not allow for me to speak to her in private (which was the cause of the problem) and I basically said that I felt like she was treating me like trash. I was good for first semester but then once her fiance came this semester, I no longer had any use for her so everything was on his terms. We never got our girl time anymore and if she asked for a night where us girls could hang out he would throw a fit and she would give in. I told her I missed her. One would think that she would at least make an effort to have at least one girls night.... That one girls night never happened. It was never brought up. She has still come to me complaining about her fiance and I finally snapped. I told her that I am not her fiance and if she had something to say about him, I was not going to listen. I am not part of that relationship! So, she was like "okay." I went to dinner with them like every night on Wednesday and Thursday night of this past week. Both meals I could not even have the option to take part in the conversation. I thought that if you asked someone if they were going to dinner with you that you would at least try to incorporate them in the conversation. I guess times have changed....and so has our relationship. I am now the girl she goes to when she wants to complain about her fiance.....aka I'm a toilet to put her crap in.

That basically sums it up. I really am happy....I'm just being pessimistic tonight. Sorry for the crude example at the end there.

Melissa

All Star by Smash Mouth
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It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now but wait 'til you get older
But the media men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The waters getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire how about yours
That's the way I like it and I never get bored

Hey now you're an All Star get your game on, go play
Hey now you're a Rock Star get the show on get paid
(And all that glitters is gold)
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Only shooting stars break the mold