Why am I constantly reminded of that fact that I am 19 years old? Fuck.

Eating at Open Seasame is always a good thing. One of the waiters ploped an extra falafel patty on my plate. "You look lonely, and I'd sit and eat with you if I could." I don't know exactly how to take that comment, but I thanked him for the falafel. I was also reminded of how I don't like baba ganoosh a whole lot.
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Right now I'm at home. Everytime I set foot in my office I get a bad mood. I really don't like being there. For now, I'm waiting until my mom gets done at her doctor's appt. so I can haul her groggy butt home. I don't want to go back to work after that. I said I'd be there around 2:30, but I may call and ask if it's really even necissary. I got my shit done for the day. Why pay me if they don't have any money to begin with?

I've got to find something for lunch. I don't want to go out and get anything, but it looks like that's the case.

I want to school to start. Well, I'd like a summer first. I know what I want to accomplish for this semester and they go by pretty quickly, so let's push everything into high gear and get moving. I'd also like to make some friends, maybe meet a few guys. Being alone is great 99.1% of the time. The other .9% is a very big drag, especially when all I do is whine about that .9%.

On the way home I had a daydream that I turned into a drummer for a band. That'd be kinda cool.
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