I probably am crazy
I puked last night. It was pretty much the grossest thing ever and I apparently feel the need to tell everyone. Well not everyone but I told several people. I think it's just because it surprised me. Usually when you puke, you feel pukey beforehand and I really didn't. So today was a little rough in terms of food intake. Every time I puke, all I can think of for a few days after is, god I hope I don't vomit this in an hour. I'm so weird.
I yelled at Dave today. I told him that I'm sick of being treated differently than everyone else that works there. I pretty much just meant that I don't like being treated differently than all the guys that work there but regardless, I yelled. I probably sounded foolish but I mostly don't care. I was frustrated.
Today, Evan told me that I get upset about weird things. That kind of upset me because lately I've felt like I'm just a big overly emotional freak...a cry baby if you will.
I was pretty bummed out about today. It was the first holiday that I haven't been able to spend with my family. I mean I realized that as I got older, it was eventually going to happen because I can't live near my parents forever. But this was the first holiday. We always color Easter eggs. We always get up Easter morning and find eggs and Easter baskets. We always have Easter dinner. This was the first time I haven't been able to do that with my family. And that really upset me. Yes I'm 24 years old and I still color Easter eggs with my 19 and 13 year old sisters but we have fun and that's all that matters to me. I'm still upset just thinking about it. I guess that's why I was cranky today. Evan and I were talking about spending time with our families today. I talked to my mom for a little bit today. They still made me an Easter basket. They teased my mom at work today because she said she still made Katie and I Easter baskets. I laughed. Brandon brought me food from his Easter dinner. It was pretty much the nicest thing ever. Seriously, I almost cried. I didn't get to eat Easter dinner with my family but at least I got to eat Easter dinner. I don't even care if he only brought it because his mom forced him to take food and he didn't want it. It was still the nicest thing ever. He's pretty much the BEST, best friend ever. And he probably thinks I'm crazy because I hugged him twice, once in my apartment and once when I ran out on the porch after him in socks and hugged him.
