I was getting "wake up!!" texts from Jake at 6:45am on a Saturday. Normally, on a Saturday, I'm the one sending him "WAKE UP!!" texts... at noon.
He's cute. But once I woke up, I was hungry.
I showered, did my hair, got dressed and ready for the day, and he came by near 11am.
I was told I looked cute today, and due to later actions, apparently pretty sexy? Lmao, or maybe someone just has a thing for button downs! ;)
Anyways, we went to Kerby's and had breakfast/lunch together, and then we just kind of walked up and down the strip of stores on Adams in that center. Radioshack, Gamestop, Claire's... and PetSmart, where we played with all the kitties again, and saw an adorable Beagle.
We walked back to Jake's car, and I did my runs to pick up any job apps that I needed to grab that weren't online. During this, we came across this little place we'd never noticed before. It's called "The Half Day Cafe". Cleverly named, as its only open from 8am till 3pm each day!
I filled out an application, and was told if I returned around 2pm, someone would be able to sit down and interview me, as they were looking for people to hire.
The interview went well, and the things I saw him write down on the app were good, but he said he had to talk to the owner first, and get a few other applications.
I really think I might have this job, and it'd be great. It'd be really great.
We came back and... er... hung out.
Yeah.
I lost the ability to even.
Again.
It was fantastic.
Whee.
Jake and I ran up to Panera real quick before he had to leave for work, and once again, they didn't have enough for two large mac and cheese orders. This ALWAYS happens to us! This time, they gave us both smalls, and brought us the other half of our food in to go containers when it was done. We also BOTH got free toffee nut cookies. I got a mango smoothie. But it tasted like banana...
After Jake dropped me off, I went to the mother fucking gym.
I burned 300 calories tonight.
I'm happy.
Tonight, I'm doing homework, cleaning the dorm, doing laundry...
You know what? On my way back from the gym, I smiled, and started crying.
Good crying. Very good crying.
After getting out of the gym, I realized how happy I was, how wonderful today was...
I'm focusing hard on school, and getting work done.
I'm serious about losing weight, and going to the gym often.
I might have a decent job that I'll enjoy lined up.
The love of my life is my best friend.
I have a god damn future, and this excites me and makes me feel so happy.
I haven't achieved any of my goals yet.
I don't have a 3.0 GPA.
I haven't lost weight or gained muscle.
I haven't officially gotten the job.
I don't have the dream apartment with him yet, nor are we engaged or married.
I haven't achieved any of the goals.
But I'm actually working towards them now.
Instead of giving up on everything.
Giving up on school.
Giving up on my body.
Giving up on money.
Giving up on love.
Giving up on life.
I'm giving a shit, and I'm trying, and that is enough for me to be so extremely happy.
I'm amazed...
I'm going to go see if a dryer has freed up yet, and hopefully exchange clothes around.
I might not get anymore homework done tonight. Because yeah, I am really tired. I don't even think I'll shower until tomorrow morning (which is pretty gross, but I don't even care. I'm going to be sore tomorrow, too...)
I love today. It's great.
~Mary
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