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So loads of things on my mind, gonna get 'em out right now. And I feel like writing, so I'll cut that. BTW - no one read my story:(.
Yeah, so whatever I wanted to write is gone. There was a bunch more in my head, but I got distracted. So much to do. Bah. *yawn* so tired. Shower time. No, photo time, and then shower time. And then the best time of all - sleepy time!
- So I didn't mention here, but Chris called me the other night - Monday night. He just called me to tell me hi. Which is all fine and dandy, except that he's only called me once before - on my birthday. And the conversation was really wierd because he called at 1AM his time when he had to be up at 6:30 for work, so that was odd. But our talk itself was...different. He called and then listened to me talk for a half an hour. He didn't really have anything to say himself. I got the feeling, and I'm probably way overreaching here, that he just wanted to hear my voice. I know sometimes I feel like that - about other people that is. Anyway, I talked to Vive today about it, and she said that she thinks he still cares about me. First, the birthday call - he waited until a special day(it was a big deal in our relationship) to call me, and then sent me a movie that meant a lot to me (also big deal in our relationship), ironically titled Down With Love. And then he waits a full month and calls me late at night. Vive says she thinks he was probably up thinking about it, which makes me picture him picking up the phone, hanging it up, picking it up, etc. So now I'm like, huh? What am I supposed to do with that? I don't even know how to process it. Gah. Boys are dumb.
- Second. It sounds kind of wierd, but I've been getting splitting headaches lately, migraines really. And I just scratched behind my ear, and there's a lump. I think it's right on that vien. I don't even know what to do about that. And I don't have a doctor up here, and I don't want to go to the ER and find out it's something stupid. Maybe it's just a swollen gland - that's what it probably is. It's not causing any problems, and the migraines might not even be related. Maybe I'll see how it is tomorrow and if it's any worse, I'll call my mom. Hmm...odd...
- Moving on - moving. I'm actually starting to get sad that this year is almost over. I'm having to say goodbye to a lot of great people I may not get to see again. I've made a few new friends this year. Not quite that tight or close, but great people none-the-less. I'm sort of sad that they're going. On the other hand, I'm flipping cartwheels with joy because it's so almost over! Yahooey!!! People are checking out left and right. Tomorrow we shut down the buildings. But on the other other hand, I hate packing. Maybe because until I came to school, I never had to do it. For camp and my grandma's and stuff sure, but never boxes and stuff. It's unsettling to me, sort of. But it kind of makes me feel grown-up. You know, packing up and moving on. Isn't that what grown-ups do? Interesting turn of events. Hmph. I'm a complex person;) I'm about 95% packed. Aside from clothes and CD's and stuff like that, everything's all ready to go. Can you tell I want to run like hell from this place? And P.S., I have too much crap. However, I have tons of storage stuff, so I guess I have a lot of crap to much all of my crap into. So...kudos to me.
- Next up - memories. I think it's neat how music brings back memories. I know I've posted before on this, and most of my friends know how I feel, but too bad. Music is really powerful to me. I get so wrapped up in it. I always play it loud, so I can literally feel it flowing through me. It's such a great feeling, every note and every word just vibrating through your entire being. It is so powerful. So, I guess it makes sense that something so powerful brings up so many memories. I'm remembering things I haven't thought of in years. Or, you know, things that happened days ago and I forgot...moving on.
Yeah, so whatever I wanted to write is gone. There was a bunch more in my head, but I got distracted. So much to do. Bah. *yawn* so tired. Shower time. No, photo time, and then shower time. And then the best time of all - sleepy time!
