Too cool

Lately, so much has been going on in my life. Exams are here, I'm being trained to be a manager, and I'm moving. But I seem just fine, don't I?

I mean: I actually study when I'm home, 'cause exams are definitely not my best friends; I have to go to special shift management classes - which aren't as bad as they sound - but I sometimes have to do that on top of regular work; we just recently sold our hosue and bought one, but moving out day is May 27 (?) and moving in day is September 2 (?). Why am I not panicking? I'm worrying myself. Instead of me whining about all the shit I have to do, now I'm whining about me not whining. There's no pleasing me, is there?

I do have to sacrifice time with friends and MJ. The closest thing I get are phone calls, texts, and a few games of COD here and there. I guess I know how to make the best of those to keep me sane.

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