I just don't want to see some people this summer. At all. Some people I just want to hug and start crying, but some I just don't ever want to see again.
Sheesh.
Next week is the last week of classes. I have two papers due (one large, one easy), and then the same the next week, but with finals.
We get the keys to the house on Sunday. There should be a party there next weekend (109 West 7th St). There won't be much furniture, I bet, but we should have music and possibly a tv. Dunno. Just hang out, maybe grill some stuff.
I got an internship with a pro-choice group in the cities; the hours should be flexible enough for me to take classes, work the normal two jobs, and still do the internship.
I really miss my cat. All the people I've ever loved in the past can go fuck themselves: I want Bunny. Right now.
It's looking to be a dramatic-movie night with some alchohol and buddies. Have a good weekend.