I went to my dance class last night, I figured with the recital coming up, and my friends busy with other things, I might as well go. I’m glad I did. Turns out, for the recital, I’m right dab in the front of all the girls, right in the center of the stage. Maybe if I pretend I’m not as good she will move me to the back…or I can somehow misplace my shoes…
After my dance class I went over to J’s place. Of course we watched Cing’s video again…you all have to check it out...make sure you play the music with it. I was having a terribly depressing day yesterday, so I really just wanted to get my mind off stuff and relax. We certainly did that. Made a quick run to Home Depot, then 7 Eleven for some chocolate and ice cream (I stuck with Cherry Garcia since they didn’t have strawberry), then went back to her place. Yes, I did run errands in a leotard and leg warmers, but in my defense I had a sweater and a pair of yoga Capri pants on too.
We talked about friends and family and the fact that I am still trying to find a way out of my lease so I don’t have to keep dealing with M. Why oh why can’t he just find some amazing girl and want to move out?! I think this is currently a battle of wills, neither one of us wants to back down...God knows I should, I’ve tried for the last year to make this work…but sadly, a relationship really can only be sustained by two people, not one pathetic one.
So I reluctantly go home after a cup of tea and lots of please-don’t-go-home-yet looks from J.
I wake up from a dream around 7:10 this morning not being able to breathe. I knew I wasn’t going to make it this entire week without an anxiety attack or two.
I read in a book once that said people dream about the last thoughts they have before they fall asleep. I was thinking about my trip out to California this weekend. I didn’t get an anti-anxiety prescription from my doctor…J suggested I get some travel medication to knock me out during the flight. I think it’s a good idea, but what do I do while I’m actually in California?
Hmm…I guess just stock up on emergency inhalers and Nebulizer medication.
After my dance class I went over to J’s place. Of course we watched Cing’s video again…you all have to check it out...make sure you play the music with it. I was having a terribly depressing day yesterday, so I really just wanted to get my mind off stuff and relax. We certainly did that. Made a quick run to Home Depot, then 7 Eleven for some chocolate and ice cream (I stuck with Cherry Garcia since they didn’t have strawberry), then went back to her place. Yes, I did run errands in a leotard and leg warmers, but in my defense I had a sweater and a pair of yoga Capri pants on too.
We talked about friends and family and the fact that I am still trying to find a way out of my lease so I don’t have to keep dealing with M. Why oh why can’t he just find some amazing girl and want to move out?! I think this is currently a battle of wills, neither one of us wants to back down...God knows I should, I’ve tried for the last year to make this work…but sadly, a relationship really can only be sustained by two people, not one pathetic one.
So I reluctantly go home after a cup of tea and lots of please-don’t-go-home-yet looks from J.
I wake up from a dream around 7:10 this morning not being able to breathe. I knew I wasn’t going to make it this entire week without an anxiety attack or two.
I read in a book once that said people dream about the last thoughts they have before they fall asleep. I was thinking about my trip out to California this weekend. I didn’t get an anti-anxiety prescription from my doctor…J suggested I get some travel medication to knock me out during the flight. I think it’s a good idea, but what do I do while I’m actually in California?
Hmm…I guess just stock up on emergency inhalers and Nebulizer medication.
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