priority mishap.

so fml.

my cell phone broke on saturday. i have not been in contact with any of my friends since. i'm waiting for them to mail me a new one in the mail. i might not get it til friday or next monday.

i got a paycheck today from job #2, the bi-monthly paycheck. i am making tons of money, but what's the point?

i should be seeing harry potter right now with kristin and jesse, but i fucked up big time and said i could work every night this week, in addition to my regular 9-4.30 full-time job.

i am fucking breaking a quite long tradition because of work.

i am a fucking loser. my thirteen year old self, my eighteen year old self would hate me so bad right now.

i hate me so bad right now.

but i thought about the effects that a midnight showing in the middle of 4 14hr workdays would have on me, and i cried, and i decided that i would enjoy it so much more if i waited til i could stay awake during it.

but eff my effing life.

i don't want to be the person who makes rational decisions. i want to make memories. :(