One more week. One more week. One more week. 

I can not hardly stand it.

I felt something today that I don't think I could ever explain to anyone.  It was what I feel like was true happiness and excitement.  It hits you in the pit of your somatch.  It was happiness that wasn't because of something that happened, or because of something good that happened to you, or because of anyone else.  It was completely uneventful happiness.  I was thinking about the next few years of my life and I realized that next Friday when I move into my apartment I will be able to mold my life the way I want it.  I might even be able to forgive my parents one day,  if I make it. 

I am one of those people who believe that if you ignore your friends once you've found a significant other, your friends shouldn't have to listen to you bitch about anything about their significant other.

I've made it a point to not let my relationship alter any of my friendships, which I have done a good job of.  My very best friend however has had little to none time for me since she started dating a certain boy.  At first I understood because they were under unusual circumstances.  Once those circumstances were out of the way however and she assured me that things were going to be different..they werent.  She made time for me once and she believes that one time she hung out with me for an hour instead of him fills in for months of neglect.  I guess she believes this is going to make up for the next month too until we move into our apartment. 

When things go sour, I am not going to listen to her cry about it.  Nope.  She didn't have time for me, I don't have time to listen.   I hope I mean this but I probably don't. 

I watched my boyfriend skydive yesterday.  Whenever he decided he was scared about doing it, I thought he was a pussy.  Once I saw exactly how high two miles is...wow. 

I can't believe he went through with it. 

I'm ready to move.  One month and two days.  I just don't feel like there is anything left for me in Winston.