ok. i have too much free time right now. i am dying. and getting grumpy.
i don't quite know what to do with myself. I'll be whining about how busy i am soon enough, when school starts up again. I'm so glad to be coming down the home-stretch for my school program. phew. I can't wait for gainful employment. and a structured schedule (which I'll probably complain about, too.)
much as I HATE to acknowledge it, I wish I had a boyfriend. Or just a man. Or even a crush. Or, realistically, a crush on a man who lives in my city. Having a crush on a guy who lives 5,000 miles away is utterly unfulfilling. When the phone rings, I hope it's him. (Yes, i can call him, but I haven't yet because I don't know when it's a good time, and in the back of my mind, I don't want to pursue him. Especially because my rational mind keeps saying, "What's the point, Namechange? You can't be with a guy who lives in Toronto, so what are you hoping for?"
Meh. I'm grumpy today. I don't know why. It was sunny, i got several errands done, I'm supposed to meet my very funny girlfriend for drinks. But it's this boy issue, I think. I just want to have an interest. (A feasible interest.)
Whenever I start updating on diaryland, and in my paper journal, regularly, it means either i have too much time, or i'm unhappy. i think right now, i just have too much time.
