On the bright side:

I no longer have to clean the caked mud out of my car

I can spend time with my family

I have another month to perfect my outfit

I'm saving money on gas

I can spend all of that day watching cartoons instead of primping and driving

I get to see my younger sister in her Catwoman outfit

I won't be wasting my time watching, what I'm told is, a boring play

I don't have to feel bad about not working two fridays in a row

I don't have to worry about driving back from Houston in the middle of the night

Not so bright side:

I feel like crap and can't enjoy my cartoons without wanting to cry and I have to wait another month before I get to see him and wear my dress that I got especially for this visit.

and I can't even be mad at anyone.

this is lame

sorry for the confusion, I needed to vent... this is the only journal I'm fairly certain he doesn't read... and as my dissappointment is not his fault... I would like to avoid guilt-tripping him

I am now a working lady!

Granted, I was before, but now I have TWO jobs, and I got the second one ALL BY MYSELF.

*beams* I feel like such a big girl.

It has come.

I am two decades old.

am I the only "young" person on the planet that feels physicaly ill when their birthday comes?

I hate being an adult.

I know that they're dangerous and bad... but I love big storms...

That's all.

My friend just sent me a link to Matthew Gray Gubler's Myspace page...

Why do all men who are THAT amazing have to be out of my reach?

Either fictional, or celebs that I'll never MEET... much less marry.

*sigh* but I can't be unhappy...b/c he's just so dang cool...