Post Grad

Its all done!!! So happy.
Exams last week went well. I am now just riding it out until I move to the new apartment and get spring classes started. SICK.

Today SUCKED. Tony and I came down to Ann Arbor last night after spending some time in Swartz Creek with out families. We were having a great night last night and then finally fell asleep. We we got woken up this morning by his phone ringing off the hook. Turns out he really had to work today because his schedule got all messed up and he got scheduled for a day that he doesn't usually work. So he had to hurry around and leave.

I was totally bummed because I had the whole day planned and what we were gonna do in getting ready to move and just having some down time. But that was sorta ruined by his work calling him. SO the day totally sucked for me. I just sorta realized what a loser I am. I just felt really down about myself all day and didn't really know what to do.

I suppose I could have gone out and done something with my life but I didn't. I just moped around and got some work on my mom's puppy website done. But I just felt like a shit bag all day. I mean I have no friends any more I feel like. I mean I have some friends but I feel like they are all gone. My friends from high school never call me to invite me places any more, but I guess I don't really blame them because I always have to turn them down cause I'm in Ann Arbor. Once in a while I invite them down, but then I had to take away from any free time I have with Tony because i NEVER see him hardly either. I don't know I guess I'm just really bad at balancing people and friendships and ug I hate myself.

I just can't wait to graduate so I don't have to be tied to one place all the fricken time. I mean yeah I'll have a job, but hopefully it won't be the constant nag that school is. School is ALWAYS in the back of my mind. Even now that I am done with classes I am still thinking about the grades that i'm going to get in those classes. Its overwhelming and I want it to stop. I want my life to start.

FML