So I decided, now that I feel more articulate, to post again. I also decided this: That Boy is seriously only around to punish me so I don't have to. Not to mention that I think the world is out to get me today. But it's all good, I'm still alive.
As I said in my previous post, it was snowing today. Quite a bit for a while, too. This morning I went to look at the Promenade townhomes. My windshield wipers were working well, there wasn't any ice on the road yet, and the manager (whom I had met last Saturday) happens to be incredibly attractive and nice. Except he's married and therefore off limits. Not that I'm ever going to see him again, anyway. Life was good this morning.
Then afternoon came. Oksana woke me up from my nap. It was still snowing. Thinking of how nice it is to have a working sink again, though, helped to balance things out a little. Not much, but just enough to keep me smiling, even if I had left my glasses on my nightstand. Nicole came to pick me up after piano. The ice was no longer melting in the driving range (I'm talking about the road here, not a golf course). We almost got stuck on a hill. Nicole hasn't got the greatest driving skills anyway, so it was a little... nerve racking. We made it home safely, though, and I was able to warm up before it came time to take Nicole back to class. I planned on going straight to the testing center after dropping her off. Instead I had a miniature crisis. My wiper blade on the driver's side decided it didn't want to wipe the snow away anymore. It made the motions, but nothing happened. So I came home, called my dad, called That Boy and left him a message saying "Help!!!" and headed back to campus. Luckily by the time I got out of my test the snow had stopped. I just dread having to drive in snow or rain until I get that wiper blade replaced and That Boy is ignoring me. I think he hates me. Or His Girl does and he's honoring her wishes while disgarding his friends in need. Seriously though, I'm pretty ticked. It takes a lot to get me steaming like this and, boy, have I been steaming! Gah.
Tomorrow is basically going to be the longest day on earth. I have Leading Edge at 7:30 pm and I have to go because I didn't go yesterday (due to my hatred of pink and twitterpated lovers that would inevitably be hanging around Crandall House West). I've also got to go to campus extra early so that I can get somthing photo coppied for Student Development. Shoot me now. Please?
Nicole has to speak in church on Sunday on how covenants bless our lives. I am so desperately hoping to be able to go home this weekend (but not because she's speaking) and so I'm hoping that M2 is unable to make it down with M1 (Nicole's date Saturday night); I'm not interested in dating right now. At all. Even one date. No, thank you.
I've also decided (two nights ago, really) that I need to build up my wall against Dingbat. I've said everything that needs to be said (plus); being hurt again is inevitable. I don't want to hurt anymore. I don't want to love anymore. I'm not going to talk to him anymore unless he is the one to initiate the conversation, I think. That's my goal, anyway. I feel like I'm having deja vu or something. Except I don't remember whom it was that I last had these sorts of thoughts about.
Maybe if I keep telling myself that I don't believe in love anymore, I really will stop believing. Maybe.
But, like I said, my sink works again. At long last. After... like... four days of it leaking.
