Friday Funk and Funk-busting

I'm going to be real honest. 

I hate goodbyes. I hate them. I despise them. 

I've grown up with these friends and saying goodbye to them yesterday was just downright torture. I have friends headed to Arkansas, Arizona and other places in Missouri. 

I tried to hold it all in last night, and I did ok until the drive home. It was raining and of course I had on some sad music and I lost it.

I woke up this morning and I was in a total funk. 100% ican'tbelievemyfriendslefttodayidon'twanttotalktoanyone funk. I sat in bed and sulked. Yes. I am a child. 

These are the friends I've grown up with, fought with, laughed with, cried with, and lived life with. I know that people grow up and time marches on. It's part of life, but it doesn't make it any easier.

annnnnd, if I was leaving for college today, it'd be no big. But I have one more week at home and y'all can just pray that it passes by real quick like.

I decided that getting dressed up and going out would be good for me. Starbucks and some unnecessary shopping at Target with Kyle would do the trick. 

And blasting music and singing at the top of our lungs was part of our afternoon. 

Just getting a little bit of fresh air and getting my mind off it. Sometimes, that's all you need.

Oh and working a double tomorrow too.


Tell me what your funk busters are. I'd love to know. 


I'm out.

Today was a complete waste of makeup

Have you ever had one of those days?

 You know what I'm talking about. Where everything seems to go wrong at once. Don't mind me while I recap today

Today, started out lovely. Peaceful house, solo breakfast and a nice chat with my mom before work.

Then it all went wrong. We got in a fight and it ended it yelling and tears. I know things like this happen, but still not something I love.

I quickly grabbed my stuff for work and showed up to work au natural with on make-up on a raccoon eyes. Score 1 for Emily

In my race to leave the house, I forgot...tampons. Oh and I didn't take my midol, so cramps came fast a furious an hour later. To my male readers: cramps are no joke.

What's worse than it being that time of the month? Forgetting the essentials. You can imagine what happened when I figured this out a few hours later. It wasn't pretty

On top of that, I had a slightly awkward conversation with the owner. Sometimes I hate having two jobs because of scheduling conflicts. So there's that.

Oh and I'm working a double today. I'm looking forward to half price appetizers at Applebees with some friends tonight.

The best part of today? This here E-card and my shift leader doing an emergency walmart run for me.

One more thing. Show up to Job #2 tonight and they are filming a commercial. My face has no more makeup on and my hair is in a pony tail and I smell like spoiled milk from Cold Stone.

I'm winning at life today!

Keeping it real,

Emily

Funk of all Funks

Have y'all ever been in a funk? not just a funk, but a funk of all funks? This has been me, all week long. I just can't kick it.


I've worked long hours. Doubles, at two jobs. We've been understaffed. We've worked later and longer shifts. 


I've gotten no more than 5 hours of sleep every night. I'm running on zombie mode and lots  of Starbucks.


 I took my ACT again for the 4th time at a different high school instead of the local Christian college. Merp.


I wish I was writing a happy blog post but instead I just need to process some of my thoughts.


I've snapped at people this week. I've said mean things. I feel bad later. I've made some stupid choices. I don't know what's wrong with me.




I don't know what else to say. Y'all feel free to leave me sweet comments. I'll need them.




I've gotta go finish my shift at work and somehow kick.this.funk. 




I'll blast music. Dance obnoxiously. Cry. Vent to friends. Go to the lake. Cry some more. Work too much. Try to blog.