The Suburban SamuraiPunk

I have a lot of things to think about at the moment.

First of all, I have a final exam for Financial Planning class due Sunday night and then I have powerpoint presentation and 350 word paper due at the end of this week. Both my University Studies and Financial Planning Class are ending at the end of this week and I have lots to do. I’m doing very good in University Studies class, but still have to bring my grades up in Financial Planning…

Despite that, I still haven’t gotten any information on that unit I’m supposed to be working at. I just got my new ID card last week. But I’m gonna give ‘em a call today and see what’s up. I just don’t wanna seem impatient, even though I am.

Believe it or not, I had a friend of mine that I know from high school tell me she loves me. I was confused and a bit shocked, so when I asked her about it a day later, she told me she was serious about it. This just happened to be on Valentine’s Day night after her fiance left with a car that had no gas and left with her no money. I don’t really know what to do, besides just go up there and see what happens. She’s an awesome person, but for some reason, she isn’t quite my type. I mean, I can see myself dating her, but I seriously doubt I could feel the same way about her as she does for me. Seems kinda out of place.

If her friend hadn’t told her to break up with me after one day back in high school, I’m sure it would’ve worked out back then. But this now and both of us have changed quite a bit since then. But I’ll keep this thing going and see what happens… I’m sure it will all just fall apart and a waste of time maybe.

And then comes my old roommate offering me my old room back up in Marquette, MI. If I take it, I’ll owe just 200 instead of 300. He tells me his current roommate is a douchebag and refuses to clean up after himself. He misses me though. I’m sure he’s crying over me. hahaha :)

Oddly enough, there are some disadvantages to living in Marquette and so on, but I’d rather wait ‘til everything is blown over such as this “friend from high school who loves me” ordeal. I love living up there, but the memories are the ones that hurt the most. If I can’t, I don’t mind moving to NC for awhile. But that will remain to be seen…