Vortexia's Secret

i will sort of get closure on this problem i've been having. for 2 days i can feel as though everything is fixed. but then thursday i get to start with more problems. yay. i tried to be a good girl and schedule in the appointment for really early in the morning so the people could have all day to work on stuff and i could get it out of my hair faster. plus then i would hopefully be done with it in one day instead of many. well, yeah, they don't do appointments. so i'll just have to show up first thing in the morning with fingers crossed. i want several little things done, but i'll probably also have a couple more major things. one of which will require specific stuff... i would rather they know ahead of time so they can have it all lined up for me right there. bing, bang, boom, they can do what's gotta be done and i can leave again. plus i've had to call my mom at work several times today and i can tell she's not happy. but she keeps taking the call even though she's busy. i don't get that. she doesn't do it at home... if she can't answer the phone, or it would be an inconvenience, then she won't. or if she does, she'll say "i'm watching XYZ show and i'll talk to you when it's over." click. anyway, whatever.

i hate having to deal with all this crap. and i know i need to find a job for post-graduation. but the motivation just isn't there. i know i'm going to be picky. plus it requires a lot of work and a ton of pointless crap that gets you nowhere. not looking forward to it. but in the meantime, i am going to garden a little more before fighting traffic out of town. why now? oh maybe because the boy said i might have already killed one of my plants because i didn't do something quite right. damn. oh yeah... but on the upside, the gun thing isn't a deal breaker. he agreed to my compromise. said he never really would have ended things at that point, he just needed to cool off and get used to the idea. plus i don't think he wanted to concede to me that easily on it. had to feel like a man. at any rate, adios amigos...