El Viaje

I'm exhausted. I'm actually looking forward to sitting on a plane where I can to little to nothing for 14 hours. Even though I'm sure I'll have a middle seat next to fat people. Tomorrow I go to school and try to get organized once and for all for the trip. I still have a hotel reservation to make in Madrid, and I haven't heard back from my friends as to whether or not they want to see me in Atlanta for the first time in seven years. Maybe they don't care enough to even answer me and that's the pointlessness of friendship.

I'm really looking forward to having some time to myself in the near future, as in when I get back. I remember the old days when I had nothing to do a lot of the time. Now I have no time to do anything. I work nights, I work days, I go to school, and on the weekends I try to catch up. I have little to no social life. Oddly enough, I'm mostly okay with that. I do have a friend who has been trying to get me to go salsa dancing with her for some time now, and I found out that the reason she's been nagging me is because she thinks the instructor is really cute and she's trying to hook me up. I've just been too busy and too tired to go, so her plans have been thwarted.

I stopped talking to the guy. He was a giant jerk to me and I've had enough. Another reason it's been nice to be busy. I don't have time to think about him or avoid calling him or whatever. I like being mad because it helps me hold on to all the reasons I'm entitled to being mad.

So anyway, Spain is around the corner and I expect it to be a great trip.