Ever since my little emotional breakdown a few days ago, several things have happened:
Dallas and I talked things out, finally.
I realized how great a friend Vera is.
I realized how not great of friends some other people are.
My mother wants to "help" me, so she scheduled a meeting with a therapist.
I officially dropped my speech class, no point in keeping that little guy around.
And on the optimistic side: Vera gave me a great piece of advice, which was to keep making plans for yourself, even if its months, days, or hours away. Keep yourself excited for what's to come, no matter how big or small the event. And it makes complete sense too, the more prepared you are for something, the more at peace you are with it when it does or does not happen. And as for the present, just enjoying where you are with who you're with changes everything.
The sad part is, I've known these things all along, but it took someone having to remind me to snap me out of it.
Yesterday I studied for about 2 hours for a test I had to take at work, on all/most the drinks we make there. I'm really glad I was prepared, because I got 90%! The outcome of the test would be the deciding factor of which of the 4 new employees would get the boot. I was really glad to hear he was impressed with my score (the first time I took the test a few weeks ago, I got 54%), and he told me that I can count on staying :]!
Anyways, today I should be going to the DVC photo lab, but they haven't answered their phones yet, so I don't know if my teacher & her equipment I need will be there, and the lab closes at 12pm. At 12:30 I have a haircut! Its a surprise. And I just hope to fucking anything that I won't look retarded. Kthx.
Tomorrow is my mom's birthday. A while ago I thought a really nice present would be to have Vera's mom give my mom a massage, since her mom, Chona, does massage therapy out of her house. Or at least she used to. But Chona said she could do it for my mom. So I think I might write what her present is inside a card, and have her pick her own day to do it. I also recruited Dallas to help me bake a cake for my mom, it should be amazing from what I've heard Dallas say about his own frostings! That's what she said....? Hahahaaaaa.
Good day.
Friday, March 6, 2009
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