My good computer may be shot, hard drive failure is the preliminary diagnosis. I also have to see the guy who screwed up my ankle in the first place so that I can have three physical therapy sessions before I head back to pitt. Also, my family wont even let me go to the door to let someone in in fear that I will trip, fall, or re-injure my ankle. Lastly, Ian and I, well we have been good the past few days until well, now. I told him I was afraid of breaking up with him while fighting, he said that if I do that, then I am dumb. Then laughed when I kept trying to tell him what the problem is, ending in him laughing at me while I am being serious, and I called him immature. He then proceded to yell at me through text message for it.
Not to mention the fact that Holly keeps making a mess out of the house, I keep cleaning it up, and when there is not enough room in the dish strainer, I wait to finish the load until the other ones dry. Well while waiting on that process, my grandpa comes up stairs right as I begin to finish them and says, "So now you decide to clean up your mess". Excuse me, but I have cleaned up after my sister and her boyfriend all day, and have offered to make dinner, do laundry, and you come up and yell at me for holly leaving ham out, and for not doing all the dishes at once because I dont want to break another dish. Wait, Gramps, I believe that it is your egg/omelet pan that stinks up the house every morning, that is left on the stove, that I washed about three hours ago. Or your coffee cup that is crusty at the bottom.
Needless to say, I cannot wait to get back to my apartment, if i had it my way I would be there now. But, I have an interview tomorrow for a scholarship/internship opportunity at the Children's Hospital here. I will hopefully be following the PT department around all summer, and do some research within the department. I know, that there is a chance that I will not get it because I do not go to school in Akron, but that is how it always is. I really hope I get it, its 24 hours a week for ten weeks, with a presentation that I have to give at the end of it. I would also recieve money for school, so I really, really need this. I am really nervous, and freaking out, and everything else here is just making it worse.
Right now, I am going to go pet my dog, and hopefully cook something to calm down tonight.
Crossing My Fingers,
Laurel Lee
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