I told you not to tell me...

So my finger turned out to be broken after all. The doctor is supposed to call me here in a little bit after she examines the X-rays they took yesterday. I really want a copy of one of them though because I'm sticking up my middle finger and it's only bones. That's so awesome.

I'm still trying to figure out what the deal is with living arrangements for next year. I need to find out if I'm living with anyone. I have someone in mind and I hope they're down for the idea.

I want to go to work, but then I don't at the same time. We'll see how it goes. I'm supposed to be in at 4pm, but if I'm stuck at the doctor's then I won't make it. Hell, at least this time I'll have a good reason. I've only called in sick like twice before and that was when I was being murdered by the flu. Murder. Haha. "...he be murdering her shit." That was hilarious.

I need to buy batteries for my camera if I want to keep using it of course. I also need to buy some milk if I want to keep having cereal in the morning. I'm not digging this whole Cinnamon Toast Crunch with no milk.

On a closing note, I don't get it. No, seriously, I just don't get it. Yesterday someone was talking to me, someone I've never talked to before and I thought I understood what was going on but apparently not. Or were they just being coy? See..I don't get it. Oh well, I'll figure it out tomorrow when I see her again. Funny how in a class full of a certain type, I fall for the one who isn't like the rest. At least I still have time to sort all of it out. And I'm not slow or anything, I can read and do math or get my shoes on with relatively little effort...



...which is more than I can say about Sally.