Sell Yer Boat

From 2 hours away my mom manages to still surprise me. After the horrible conversation yesterday i was opting to wallow in my room and watch the second Marathon of Flavor of Love (sue me. It's a funny show) today.

I have two test to study for (both English) but other than that i am pretty much relaxing.

I get a phone call 30 minutes ago from my mother who wished me a Happy Easter. I mumbled something mid sleep, probably on the lines of "Happy Easter to you too". She then says "Go across the street and pick up your lunch."

????

After being completely confused I'm like "Why would i do that for"

Apparently she got the idea that if she couldn't be there with me on Easter she could at least treat me to an Easter Dinner via California Dreams/Take out.

30 minutes later and here i sit with my Chicken Parmesan and Linguine dinner to the thanks of my mother. I also met a very hot bartender in the process.

I guess i can't be so mad when i have my favorite dinner in the whole entire world sitting in front of me.

I really am spoiled by my mother. But whatever.

I have been listening to Sell Yer Boat by Cara Beth a lot this week. It has been a fitting song for the mood i am currently trying to emerge from.

The truth is this week has partially been crappy because for a while i haven't been use to having crappy days.

For the most part i have sailing along my comfortable ocean of a life for the past weeks. No deadly sharks in the water,no stormy weather, no sea sickness and the view has been pleasant for most part.

But having okay days you are blind to see when the pieces of your comfortable shell(or boat) begin to break off. Like all the small damages it had encountered through the weeks is beginning to take it's toll and before you are able to collect the tools to patch up the hole that is sinking your boat, water begins to seep in and the first thing you do is scramble.

I guess i have begun to scramble to stay afloat this past week, and I'm just not use to it. I had not prepared for that damage, for that break in my comfortable trip, and some how i am trying not to go down with my boat.

But i am beginning to realize and remember that bad days are just as prevalent as the good ones, and the real damage of my boat( comfort level) is that i didn't take in account that it is suppose to get nicks and scraps.

I always get antsy around the end of the semester. Spring semester seems to fly by and before you know it final exams will be coming. I feel like i have a million things to do and not any time to do it in. I thrive off of procrastination until i realize how much i have procrastinated. So after finishing my delicious dinner, i must regroup and begin to patch up the holes that are sinking my boat. I can't abandon ship now seeing how far i have come.

In other totally unrelated news Katherine sent me another email. I don't have good email etiquette. I mean she wrote me, i wrote her and then she wrote me again. I believe three is the magic number, that i don't really have to respond to her anymore. I feel like if i respond again i am possibly setting myself up to be in her life again, which is a big no no.

She said my legacy has lived on in her household, which makes me feel both good and bad. Good because it proves i am one funny broad which people respond too and remember and Bad because I'm not there to at least keep her kids sane.

I like being a funny broad though.

Time to re-group.