Break.

I think I picked the wrong week to go on vacation. Why? Because (not only did I miss TWO Green Day concerts, but) I came back home, and suddenly I'm having a really bad week. Or maybe it's not that bad, but it sure as hell feels like it. I've seen John one day since I got back. I've been home since Saturday, and we only hung out on Sunday. Today's Wednesday. It's frustrating. I missed him like crazy while I was gone last week. And I miss him again already. He came to Bilo to see me last night, but it was really pointless because I was in the cash office with a bunch of tills and I couldn't really talk. The only time I've seen him since Sunday is online. Woo hoo.

I don't think I feel like typing anymore. My mom's making me extremely mad because she won't stop nagging me about my school schedule. My Spanish class got cancelled, so now I have to either switch two of my classes so I can take Spanish, or just take something else instead. The only other thing I would take besides Spanish would be computer, and I was hoping to take that with John next semester. I'm really not sure what I should do. Right now, I feel like I should switch my math and psychology so I can take Spanish. I would only have one class with John, but right now, I feel like that might just be best.

I don't know. I wish I could go back to Saturday night. I was home from Miami, I was hanging out with John, everything was great. Now I'm just alone and stressed and...right now I'm very hungry. But I'm going out to lunch with my grandma and my cousin, so I'm not going to eat anything yet. And it's raining. I used to like rainy days. I don't think I like it today.