I feel like a soggy piece of buttered toast.

I'm not sure what today was like. Nothing spectacularly memorable in a good or bad light. From the moment I woke up I was just really eeeeeeeeehhh. I should have gone to the gym but oh, of course I didn't. I did appreciate reading articles from Discover magazine. I also appreciated talking with Nicole. I didn't really want to go home afterwards but I also didn't feel like going bowling with Dan +friends. I actually sat in my car listening to music in the parking lot of the clubhouse for 20 minutes in a strange numb haze fog of almost wanting to cry but not actually committing. He told me he'd call me afterwards so I could go to his house and hang out. Well, it's now almost midnight and that's clearly not gonna happen. Hmm. I hate feeling neglected but I hate more that I have the feeling from a newly found boyfriend. I wanted to have some cutesy boyfriend alone time but it didn't quite happen that way. I think my mind reinforced that want due to the fact that I'm going out of town this weekend and when I get back, he leaves for a week. Whatever, right? It's just 9 days or something. Annnyywwwwaaaayyyyyyy, I am looking forward to orientation only because I get to sign up for classes. Yeeaaah. Then San Jose for Mandana's graduation party. And family. And farsi. And aMAZing food. Ughhhhh I hate the emotional baggage of being feminine with feelings and crap. Tomorrow, I plan on not sleeping in, working out, maybe laying by the pool, gathering materials for orientation, (if time) going to the mall for something dressy to wear per la festa, packing, straightening my hair and then hitting the road. Yesireebob.