The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I was really upset that they weren't able to get the phone wiring going into the classroom where I have class. So, of no fault of my own, I didn't go to class today, I skipped them all. Tomorrow the phone company will come in and get the phone line finalized and we'll test it from there. Then I'll be teleported for two hours a day, maybe more, to Fayetteville using a very high tech speaker phone which unlike most speaker phones, doesn't make you sound like you're in a cave. I can't wait. I can't wait to have things to look forward to, positive things that I can keep doing, more things to think about than worrying if I'm taking too much pain medicine. It will be wonderful.
I have also beenjaving social problem, not like I needed any more problems in my life. I am debating on whether or not I will post them publically (my mom says I should as a way to clear my mind and speak it to the world). You friends know what I'm talking about possibly, but everyone may know the whole story in the hopes that I can et my anger under control. I did not talk to her today and won't be talking to her for a long while (week(s)). The situation which will become more clear infuriates me though it all makes sense; the question is do I vent it to the world and worry if she reads it and gets hurt further by my statements. Perhaps as much as I have been scathed and demolished, a public discussion would help things. Its all a mess; its all a huge, ugly, disgusting, sick, mess, and I pray to God that I'll be able to deal with it on the live journal like I dealt with it to her last night on the phone. All of this injury could have been prevented had I not made that trip for a nice hot mocha at RZ's. Though the intentions were good, the lessons learned by her, I hope will be drastic and life changing.
Don't worry if you didn't understand all that, Lindsey I'm sure you will as I was trying to be cryptic and copy your style :), but I'm going to think about it and tomorrow will probably throw together a descripton of events and decide whether or not to post it to my friends or to the world. It will all turn out well in the end, friends always remain friends, forgiveness is always possible. Its just so hard, so very very hard. God help me, please, to write the right things, to do the right things, and help her realize what she's done to me. must sleep.