Beth's Journal

I just remembered why I hate living alone so much. There's nobody to talk to, and nobody to do stuff with on weekends. Even if it's just laundry, or taking a walk to the store, it's better with a buddy. Preferably a curly haired buddy named Bryan. God, I miss him. I'm not mopey about it, though.

He called today- he's going to be camping in the Grand Canyon for two night (lucky bastard), and THEN I might actually get to talk to him. He called while I was at work, and unlike every other job I've had on campus, Financial Aid actually has me doing work, so I can't pick up the phone and chat whenever I want.

Speaking of work and calling people - my dad fucking ditched me AGAIN. Granted, he said he could come up Wednesday, but this is bullshit. I can't count how many times I've cleared my schedule for him only to have him say "Sorry, sweetheart, but I can't come up, you know I hate giving you such short notice", blah blah blah, if he hated it so much why does he still only give me a day or two notice?

Maybe I shoulda gone to Massena with Tara. I'm bored and lonely, and Tara's pretty much the only person in town that I hang out with. Phil's usually working (as evidenced by his mom bringing in his financial aid papers), and my grad school friends - wait, what am I saying? I have no grad school friends.

Dammit. I wish I had Animal Crossing already. I'd just sit and play that all night.

Well, I still haven't beaten the second Phoenix Wright game (sad, I know), or the third one, so I may do that tonight - just bring the DS out on the back porch, get comfy, and play until the mosquitos start eating me.