Today is my boyfriend’s birthday. He turns 21 today and we’re not doing anything tonight. Fun. His car broke down yesterday, so I’ve been driving him around campus.
I started writing for fun again. Well, kinda. I started something and got discouraged. I can’t wait until I feel inspired again. I’ve just been feeling conflicted on what I want to do in my life or who I want in my life. I dunno, everything is slowly falling apart as well as slowly coming together. Each of those things are happening at the same time, though.
I think I’m in some sort of funk. A rut, or something. I don’t ever really feel happy, I’m just constantly confused and apathetic. The only time I’m happy is when I’m with my friends or my boyfriend. I dunno, I feel empty. Is it too early for a quarter life crisis? I’m not even 20.
I think I was happy today.
I worked an overnight shift with a coworker of mine, and we got breakfast after work at 8:00am. I mean, we only got IHOP, but it was really awesome. I think this is what making friends is like?
We went back to his place after work until like 10am, where I was about to fall asleep. So I went home and slept happy.
I should try to make friends more often, it’s kinda cool.
I’ve been feeling like a giant piece of poop because I haven’t gone to the gym since my vacation. I’ve thought about it, but I just haven’t gone. I have still been dieting, but not going to the gym. I’ll go tonight, waaayyy later. Late night gym seshes are my favorite, because no one is there to stare at me die on the treadmill.
I have to go visit my mother at work tonight, because it’s her birthday. I got her a card and a gift certificate to her nail place. I’m broke as shit, but I at least got her something. It’s the least I could do.