Work was awesome… Huge exaggeration. Considering I spent the day working on my new manual. Which was oh-so-exciting. I ended off the day with 10 full pages of text and no photos yet. I attended a meeting. I spent an hour talking to assorted people about whatever. So, nine more days of work and thirteen more projects to complete. While I’m looking forward to being done work and going back to school, I’m not looking forward to attempting to pull a horseshoe wrapped in four-leaf clovers out of my ass in a wild attempt to get this stuff done. It also doesn’t help that I’m forced to play musical computers and am constantly forced to move, despite the fact that they recognize that my work is “also very important”. Yeah, sure.

I found out today that my family is all jetting off to see the world and leaving me all by my little lonesome. The problem? Not all three of them are going to be gone at the same time. There is always going to be one person staying home with little Michelley who needs to attend classes. For one week in October, my mom and sister are going to the Grand Canyon.  For a month (beginning of October to late November), my dad is going to be gone. For two weeks in November, my mom’s going to be gone (and joining up with my dad).

Yes, that’s right, my dad booked a plane ticket for himself where he will be gone on my birthday. And I mentioned this. And he had this blank look on his face. Kind of like “What do you mean I’m not here for your birthday?” and then I saw the moment it dawned to him that he really wasn’t going to be here on my birthday and he just gave a little shrug and went ‘okay then’. So I’m just learning how important I really am to my dad. And the thing is, I’m really torn about this. Am I happy that he’s going to be out of my hair for a little over a month or am I’m upset over the fact that he forgot about my birthday? Or both? Do I get pissed over the fact that he forgot his own daughter’s birthday (actually, he technically forgot two of his daughters’ birthdays since I share my birthday with J)? What am I supposed to do with this? Do I get upset? Am I happy? Do I ask for something incredibly expensive and extravagant for my birthday? Because right now the most extravagant thing I can think of is my tuition and the pile of textbooks that I need to get my hands on sometime in September.