why

please.
just kill me before i make it to my mother's house.
i have so much shit to do in the next 5 days, my house is in a shambles, and i stil have to work four more shifts at that stupid godforsaken restaurant. i will be so happy when tealuxe is all done with. i hate that job. with my soul. i hate it. hate. IT.
oh god. ew
i have to go to work in a few and i think that is what is fueling the hatred, but the fact of the matter is that i actually really do dislike it. i cannot wait until i am living somewhere else, with a new job, like an adult job! hopefully the concept of an adult job is not just a pipe dream, and i'll actually get one.
in a week or so i will be california bound!
on the road! with kyle and wendy! and it's going to be kind of strange to be back in cali again. but i think i will lmake it. there are people out there that i like, i think, and there are peole out there who i am friends with, or who i was friends with, and most importantly i will be able to get the fuck out of my mother's house as soon as possible thanks to camille ruth travis and her ingenuitty in the world of apartment hunting. once we find a place to live, we should be all set.
FUCK PACKING.

oopsie

it has been nearly a month since i did this shit.
oh well.
it's the motherfucking countdown time to the time for me to get out of boston.
instead of flying, i am going on one last hurrah, a road trip with wendy and kyle. that will be fun, althought we have to camp, which is something i am less than thrilled about, but i will find some way to survive i am sure.
i have not done jack shit in the way of packing up this apartment or even starting to think about packing or anything.
i have a huge list of shit that i want to do tomorrow but there is a damn good chance i am just gonna say fuck it and go to the beach for one last time. i have to maintain this tan somehow. i have no idea how. but i must. it is imperative.
i'm hungry. almost time to go get my fat ass a chicken parm sub and some ice cream. god i'm lame sometimes.
oh well.
the thought of packing makes me hyperventilate. kelly is going to come over and sit on the bed and help me so that will be good, but it's just so fucking hot here. august is a rough month, i completely forgot.
it will be temperate in the bay area. that is good.
also, it will be..i don't know, better somehow, right?
nice weather, free food, free rent. whatever. i mean, i doubt that it will be better but it will be mediocre. i don't know. there won't be any snow. what am i going to do without seasons?
I WON'T SEE THE LEAVES CHANGE COLORS.
oh god iam really an east coast girl at heart. this transition will be slightly rougher than before, i feel.