I feel overwhelmed and out of my element. I’m constantly having to coach these people on basic shit and I can’t get my stuff finished.

I checked with Uhaul and it costs almost $2000 to rent a truck to move myself. Then you have to figure in gas and hotels. I don’t think it’s worth the hassle. When I finally move, I’ll probably just fly, if I decide to not take my car. My dad is trying to give me his…I don’t feel right taking it. It’s too nice. When I finally have his car, I’ll have to drive it there…ugh! Oh well, I’ve got almost a year to figure this shit out.

And, I’m constantly thinking of ways to get out of Springfield sooner…

It’s only $2744 for a month rental and shipping! WTF? That’s so damned cheap! I was thinking at least $5000. But I am taking the bare minimum, my bed, books, pictures, and a few household things. I really don’t need much.

I do need to find a dr, but I’ll have to see when I get there because I’m sure insurance carriers will be different. Hmm…

All of this hinges on what Starbucks I’ll end up at. I hate uncertainty. Why can’t I have a crystal ball and see the future?! That would just make my life so much easier.

I missed my bus. I texted Jenna and Joe. Joe immediately said, we’re going to get her. And apparently I was answering Jenna’s questions in one word responses so she started getting worried and started asking me questions like, “who was our second grade teacher?” and “what grade school did we go to?”

It’s nice having friends that care…

Jason V texted me through iMessage the whole trip. He’s a chatty little guy! Then yesterday he kept asking weird questions about me meeting Robert. “Are you guys watertight?” “Are you tight?” Wtf?

Wintergreen lifesavers are the best…

I’m in a hurry to get home so I can end my life in Missouri and start a new one in the PNW. I don’t care what Starbucks I end up at, just get me the fuck out of Missouri.

Full of things that I NEVER in a million years thought would happen.

Just never say what you’re thinking…

Thank god for the edit button

In fact, it’ll be the week of my birthday!

Great practice for when I move out here next year.

I was telling Becca today that I already feel like puking. She told me just to do shots on the way up there. Lmao! I know it’s 6am but can I get a shot of Goldschlager?

From now on it’s over…

No more!

I’m not doing it anymore!