I Hate Econ.

5 more weeks and counting until I get my Monday nights back.

I hate packing. I hate packing more than taking out the garbage, driving and work. Ugh...I hate packing.

So today, I found my pink striped sock that I was mourning a few weeks ago. In its place though, I lost a purple sock. I'm hoping that in the mist of packing and cleaning, I will find the purple sock and a grey sock I lost over a year ago. But I'm happy I have the pink sock again. Now I know to keep a close watch on my socks while doing laundry.

I hate packing. I am a wimp. I don't know what to do about some of the stuff I've found in the mist of my packing/cleaning up. I wish I had a best friend to sit with me and sort my crap out.

I think I'm coming out of denial. I'm not really in love with him and I don't really have a crush on him. Let's be honest, it was just a dream. I'm not over it. Who am I kidding? It still hurts. It's not even the past that hurts though. It's the perfectionist in me that's hurting. I tried so hard to be perfect. I tried so hard to make it work and in the end, it just fell apart. Like all the ones before it. Gosh! that's what drives me nuts. I hate disappointment more than anything else.

The dreams have come back and I'm not even trying in them anymore. What does that say about me? I wish tomorrow was May 12th. Thank goodness I only have a month and a half left here. I can't wait to go back to Chicago for real, to my bed, to my piano, to my home.