The Time Is Close

The time is quickly closing in, and when that time comes, I will be living in my dorm, going to the Art Institute. Right now, I'm so excited, my mind is reeling as I try to get everything together, such as the stuff I will need when I move in. My family keeps asking, 'are you nervous?'

I can't give them a straight answer though, because, right now, no, I'm not, but I know the closer it gets, the more nervous I will become.

If my recent bout of insomnia is any indication, I would have to say I will be getting nervous very soon.

I also have other dates to look foreward to. Such as my birthday, this Friday, and this Tuesday is my friends birthday. Not only that, but Saturday I'm going up to AiP for an enrolled student weekend. So there is plently to be excited and nervous for.

For anyone who might read this and love the 'Twlight' series by Stephenie Meyer, and are dying to read Midnight Sun whenever she decides to publish it, there was a leak, I guess a friend she had given a copy to, (probably for so she could get another perspective on it) posted it on the internet, and as upset as she is, she will not be continuing for the moment, but has posted the first twelve unedited chapters on her official website. Also, the Twilight movie has been moved up to November Twelfth, but the sixth Harry Potter has been moved to July I believe.

Anyways, moving away from that.

Lately I have been so moody. I think it has something to do with the fact that my shoulder has been killing me for the past three weeks. I was happy to get my Saturday's back at the gift shop, but I kind of wish I didn't have them. Just picking up that overly enormous box of magazines is ludicrous, but carrying it to the gift shop is a workout in itself. I'm not the strongest person, but I'm no weakling either, those boxes are heavy, and well, it killed my left shoulder blade.

Again, no to mention the fact of my insomnia, I've been going these past three days with no more then four or five hours of sleep each day. Also, I have been very easily irritated as of late, and I'm wondering, as so many people suggest, if I really am stressed out. I don't feel stressed out, not particularly, I do feel irritated that I was left with all the word Saturday while the two new girls were in before me. The one knows the precedures and the other needs to learn. I suppose the 'take a deep breath and shrug it off' thing is in need of fine tuning. Normally I don't care, but I think it's just the fact that I've been there a year, and I don't particularly get any respect, though I show nothing BUT respect for everyone else. Well... the older volunteers are wonderful, but the manager... it's like she still views me as the new girl on the job, though she asks me constantly to do things only an experienced employee would know.

Well, I know I have to suck it up. One more month, just one more lousy month and I'm free of the gift shop, and when I'm on my holiday breaks from college, my Aunt asked me to work at her new restaurant, "Philly Connection" when it's finally up and running. I'm not one much for philly cheese steaks, but hey, I would love to work with my aunt, although she is a germaphobe.

Life is interesting isn't it? Stress and nerves, excitment and irritation, all of that and people still find more to bitch about.