In Which I Have Days Without Incident.

So it's been awhile. I've been not too many places, just home and back. I've gotten to see Matt for the last three weekends now, and I've gotten used to having him around.

These next few weeks are going to be midsummer madness. I think I'm moving back home, and I have to have my shiz out by the end of the month. The jobs I've applied for have been non-responsive or think my contact address is in Rejection City. As I've said many times before, I'd rather move my stuff from Kzoo to Chicago over moving back home and then moving the five hours back west.

Not to mention that if I move home, I will be involved in a homicide. That's not a hood joke, that's a mother-daughter dynamic reference.

If I can't get a decent job,I guess I'm going back to school. We'll see how this works, seeing as the next GRE isn't until October, and I have fuck-all in the way of letters of recommendation.

Maybe I'll take a few random classes at Western to get some sexy grades and sexier letters of rec.

Life's goal: stop sucking so much. Become my version of perfect.

Today's goal: smoke one cigarette and hush the voices. Not hate myself for a couple hours.

I'm entertaining the notion of being a bad friend again. I don't want to be one of those girls,forsaking everything in the name of love, but my insecurity gets the best of me. This would be the only weekend I have time to do what I need to do. Phone calls, emails, and text messages can't do it the way I can.

There's always someone cooler than me.