Let's see how September could get any crazier:

-Got back into town from New Hampshire, found out that my boyfriend's boss "has no more work for him right now and don't know when he will," essentially firing him for NO reason.

-That same day we almost recieved a 72 hour notice because our idiot of a roommate fucked up the rent, then left for the weekend with no transportation home to fix things.

-My grandmother is dying. She has brain tumors that moved from her lungs from lung cancer, and now she has blood clots in her lungs. She's in the hospital and I'm flying out there on Tuesday.

-As soon as I return from visiting my grandparents I fly straight to Anaheim for a weekend training for my job. While this is an cool, exciting thing, it also means that I'm spending 6 days away from home (this will become significant when I get to a later part in the entry).

-I'm moving back to Seattle on the 22nd, and still have to pack up half an apartment and get myself up there. I also still need to go to Ikea and shop for a whole bunch of apartment stuff.

-I'm also obligated to some research that I've been too busy to do for a month and will be too busy to do when I start school.


This all effectively leaves me 5 days to pack up the apartment, get all my errands done, do 20 hours of research, celebrate my birthday on the 20th, and maybe find time to sleep.


Oh, and I have to do this all BROKE. I have no money, my boyfriend obviously has no money. Basically I'm fucked.

WOOO!