Wouldn't be such a big deal had I not turned down going to the movies w/ DJ and DMan to make sure I'd be back by ten (the approximate time that he told me he'd see me) and when he finally IMed me at 10:30-ish it didn't even seem like he wanted to see me so BLAH!

I'm such a big baby sometimes.

Sometimes I feel like I've got it together--that things are coming together. They were, kind of. I've more or less got my hectic schedule under control (granted it's first week, but so far so good...) and I've been handling things fairly well (in my opinion) in spite of my money shortage, packed schedule, and the temporary panic regarding a missing tax form (which was thankfully resolved). But then a stupid little thing like this just makes me fall apart.

...I guess everything really isn't going all that great. All of a sudden I can feel the stress of everything just bearing down on me, and all I want is to sit in my bed and cry by myself.

I want to go home.