In the Summer’s When You Really Know
Jets to Brazil is coming to Orlando on June 28. I can’t wait! Want to come? IM me, and I’ll send you some wonderful music.
I’m going to apply for a job with a temp agency. That should solve two problems: I’ll be employed, and I’ll have a relatively flexible schedule.
Call me lefty. In an attempt to make my right arm happy (it never is), I’m trying to do a lot more things with my left hand. My mouse is on the left right now. It doesn’t feel too weird.
My sister’s graduation party was on Saturday. I didn’t have very much fun. It was nice to see a bunch of my old friends from high school, but I couldn’t handle Colleen being there.
She was laughing, and having a good time. As much as I feel hurt by her, I’m not over her. I’ve seen her a lot since I came home, and she still flirts with me a lot as if we were together. When I ventured downstairs to check out the situation, she was sitting in Will’s lap. I hadn’t ever seen them together before. I think that all her flirting had made me forget what the real situation is. She says that she’s like that with everybody. Or something.
Sounds familiar to me! Reminds me of Erin.
It’s just that I’ve been lonely, and she’s been there, and it’s easy to forget what team I’m supposed to be playing for in this stupid, painful game. #