The title really has nothing to do with anything, but the last three titles have been words ending in -tion, so I thought it would be cute and punny.
Bob actually asked me to lunch today. But I'm not going to sway (even though my heart started beating a few times faster when I saw his name on my phone screen). We. Are. Friends. That's all.
And I'm fine with that.
I have a pre-registration appointment after my classes today. Thats basically when I talk to my academic advisor about what classes I want to take next semester. My first semester of college is half over. WHERE IS MY LIFE GOING AND WHY IS IT IN SUCH A RUSH?! I don't want to grow up. Seriously, that's my biggest fear. Waking up one day, looking in the mirror and seeing a wrinkly, gray-haired old lady with brittle bones and saggy boobs and thinking, "When did that happen?"
But in a way, I'm sort of excited for next semester. I'm thinking about getting a job at the Bonefish in town. My boss at the Outback back home has offered to help me out because he knows the people that own it. So that will mean I'll get to bring my car to school (I MISS MY CAR SO MUCH), I'll be hitting that cash flow, and a discount at Bonefish? That's what's freaking up. Also, when I go for my pre-reg appointment, I'll come out basically knowing my schedule. And I'm much more prepared this time than last time. I'm going to try to avoid eight-o-clock and late afternoon classes as much as possible. Another thing about next semester is that I'LL BE EIGHTEEN. I HATE being so young. Which is funny because I was just talking about how I don't want to grow up. Sorry I'm so contradictory. But I'm sure you understand how I feel. I just want to be eighteen forever. Or twenty-one.
Anyway, I'm rambling now, which means its time to stop. Updates on lunch tonight!
