This Commute...

... Is killing me! I am so tired from driving across the state, back and forth like a yo-yo! I need to just be settled in one place already. And I keep forgetting to take things that I need back and forth! For instance, last week, I left my comb, make up bag, and an article I needed to write a paper at home. Then, I came home on Monday, thinking that it would be the perfect time to flat iron my hair while I was home. I only bother to blow dry my hair when I'm going to flat iron it... because while the blow dryer helps to straighten my hair a bit more, it also makes it incredibly fluffy... if that makes sense? Well, yes, guess who just washed and blow dried their hair to find they left their flat iron at camp? Oh yeah, this kid.

I was also planning on uploading a video blog while I was here at home, and of course, I left the connector cable thing for my camera at camp. So, I basically suck at life, or something to that extent!

The worst is that I'm trying to finish a final project... with four other project members! And ya'll know how much I hate working in groups... and working with four other people is like torture to me! I mean, they're all great and top of the work (in fact with me being so busy with camp, I'm starting to look like the slacker), but it's the whole too many fingers in the pot syndrome! No one can ever come up with a clear idea of how to write the damn final paper! One person insisted on us all writing our own version of the final paper, and then we should all sandwich our versions together... how idiotic is that? Finally, I just said "hey, you did that part already... she did this... she did that... I need to do this, and so and so needs to do that... once we do that, we're done, okay? Sound good?" Everyone looked at me in amazement and said "Oh, Tamara just made that so easy... I like her plan!" I didn't think there was anything so amazing about my directions, just common sense, really.

And speaking of work, my boss Jenn is already working my nerves. She keeps throwing random projects at me! Like for instance, she wants me to make a "study packet" of CPR and First Aid skills for all the people we'll be certifying over the weekend. Okay listen, I agree a study handout might be nice for the people who get freaked out over the tests. But couldn't she have thrown that at me in, oh May? When I was begging her to give me work early so I could get this kind of stuff out of the way? Not two days before the First Aid classes start, and I'm currently in Flint trying to finish a project for an actual class? I mean seriously! Err.

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Last but not least, as is the way I've been finishing up my blogs of late... the boy drama continues. S is becoming clingy to me... and I'm not sure how I feel about that, especially since my mind is going back and forth between him and D! And, tomorrow D and I are going to have the fateful "talk." Basically, last week when I got back to camp, I sat and worried about why he hadn't called me or anything like that. I left him this pitiful little voicemail about how he should call me back... and heard nothing. This was Thursday night... then when I was ready to make a D voodoo doll and stab him in the eye, he sends me a text on Saturday night. He basically said "No worries. I am out of town and in the wilderness, I just got your voicemail. I'll get home late tomorrow night, if it's early enough, I'll call you then, k?"

The text told me nothing, but at least he wasn't purposely ignoring me. Plus, he said no worries, so while that's not saying "I'm madly, deeply in love with you!," it does at least say that he wasn't offended or angered by anything I said. Which means that we should be able to keep our friendship in tact, if that's the only thing that comes of this. Anyhow, he did get home too late to call me, so he texted me on Monday morning, and said "Sorry... got in at 1am, knew you were sleeping. I'll be out late tonight, but how about tomorrow, at 8? Can we talk then?" So, haha, my response was "Tuesday night isn't good for me... can we talk Wednesday night at 8?" In which his reply was "Sure... 8ish, Wednesday."

So, yeah, now I'm a little freaked out because I don't know if he meant 8pm my time, or 8pm his time (Central Time). Haha. I opened such a can of worms! And S... he called me tonight (I missed it when I was in the shower) about an hour ago, and then he texted me with "I really want to talk to you tonight, I'm super lonely, and you're the only one who makes me smile. Can you please call me tonight if you get this?" And... I didn't call him. I should be asleep right now, and I plan to just play it off like I was sleeping. I really am not trying to lie to him... I did tell him about D in May, but I just can't work through what I'm supposed to do with his sudden clinging lately. Sigh. Here's hoping I hurry up and figure this thing out! I realize now that regardless of what D thinks, I gotta work through my own feelings about S.

The Tamara soap opera to be continued!