Ugh...I hate my life sometimes. I was at a party last night, not even drunk or anything, and I'm the one that slips on someone else's party foul, and busts my shoulder. If it doesn't feel better soon, I'm going to have to go to the doctor and I don't really want to do that. I'm hoping it's just a strain or something, but all I need is for it to be something kinda serious. I could see it being a hairline fracture or something. It's all in my collar bone and it hurts when I put any sort of pressure on it, certain times when I move it, it hurts, oh and sometimes even just sitting here typing it starts to tweak out. Fantastic...a week until break, not even, 5 days until I am driving home, and my shoulder could be really fucked up, my boyfriend is sick, and I'm a complete mess going into this week.
Yea so Brad is back from his trip. He sounded like he had a really good time. Had his rugid and manly weekend which is definitely what he needed, but now he is sick. Like he called me tonight and told me all about his weekend and was hacking and coughing the whole time. I worry about that boy. I don't like it when he is sickly. At least this is their "break" so he can take some time off if necessary. I just hope he is better by saturday. I'm starting to get worried that all my excitement and everything regarding saturday is going to be for not. I am worried that we aren't going to get the romantice day together that I have been so looking forward to. Idk man...I want it to be a great day...I want it to be an awesome fantastic amazing happy full day with the two of us just being together and having some serious fun and enjoying the day together. But idk if that's going to happen...I mean, 5 days left and he doesn't really have any sort of plan, or anything that he has told me so far...so I'm starting to worry.
I have faith in him though, I really do. I know that he won't let me down, and that he will come up with something and it will be great. I just know it.
Ugh...stupid fucking shoulder. Oh yea so that party yesterday. So it was a good time overall but there were some little things that really pissed me off. First off...I hurt my arm, fuck. Secondly, Amy is a biotch. I mean really?? You don't talk about a brother that way, especially when you are the sloppy drunk and it's your own damn fault that your drink spilled all over someone else. Third, Rob is a fucking jerk. Come on! So what, I'm not marching this season, who are you to call me a bitch and then a wench because I made a decision. I never even marched for corps ever, you don't even know me, you know nothing about me, get away from me. Like seriously, i'm sorry, but fuck you dude. Fuck you. And when I told Brad about it...he laughed. He did then say that the next time he sees Rob he will beat him up, but like...laugh when your girlfriend gets called a bitch by another dude...not good. Not good. I don't care if this guy is usually high or drunk or whatever and that's what is expected of him...but come on!!! He called me a bitch. Show me that you are upset about it. Sigh...i'm not upset about it...I just don't understand. I know that he is passive and that's fine, I just, Idk...again, i'm not upset about it. I just don't get it is all.
So I had a couple interviews for Kappa this weekend. Funny story...somehow John is always brought up...and not because of me. Idk how I feel about that. Good thing there are only 5 days till I'm going home. I can't wait. Ah well, I think this blog post is long enough so I'm gonna end it here...i'll write again soon.
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