We're alive, and here's proof

You won’t find a picture of Brenda and I standing next to one another within the last four years at least.

Up side: this isn’t anything I have to worry about anymore, since she’s leaving the family and I intend to do everything in my power to never see her again.

There are less germs transferred.

But I haven’t been able to watch any for the last year or so because of my job. I always have to work.

A lot of it has to do with the fact that I hate my new phone. I also have way too much anxiety to have a text conversation without getting frustrated and quitting. I also think it just takes up too much time that I could be dedicating to something else I need to get done.

Which is why I don’t appreciate it when my bitch roommate sends me a three-text response telling me why I’M a bitch, because whatever text I’ve just sent her is too concise and has therefore hurt her feelings. Grow. Up.

The only way I’ve survived juggling all of the things that I have this semester is because of my planner. I have it with me at ALL times and if I don’t, I’m lost. It feels like I’m missing a limb.

So if we tentatively make plans for something and I don’t write it down, I will not remember it.

Also, sometimes people are like, “Why don’t you just use the calendar on your phone?” Because no. That’s why. Besides the fact that I actually really hate my phone and want to use it as little as possible, I also am a very visual person. I need to have that page in front of me that tells me about my whole week. 

AKA I’m sort of a crazy person.