My Existence

A little about me... I'm a 24 year old female from Nova Scotia Canada, currently living in Calgary, Alberta. As of 07/07/07 I am the wife to most incredible man alive. We both recently graudated from Dalhousie with BScs and diplomas in DH. I am anxious to start my career as a professional bull rider...as of now it's off to a slow start.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Week-end News

Friday night, saturday morning some friends from back home came up for the night. We stayed up talking till 2:30, went to bed, and up again @ 8 for some heavy duty shopping. We were out till 6:30pm spending money I don't have. I found a few good buys though and got some much needed things for the wedding and some needed summer apparel. Then my friends dropped me off and headed home, while Farron and I hoped on a bus to visit some friends downtown! We all ended up going to Darrell's for a mug up. The food was great...when I got home. It seems I can never eat out at restaurants because my stomach just kills me, but when I get home I am fine and can always eat the left overs from my doggie bag. Why is it called a doggie bag?
Then we came home, watched some tv and went to bed. And now here I sit, I should be doing school work and I am sure I will get around to it, but for now I want to blog.
I am so upset right now. Isn't it amazing how a comment from one stupid stranger can ruin your whole day. I talked to this guy today, he got mad at me for calling him on sunday. And now I just feel awful, my stomach hurts and I feel like crap. I take everything to heart and feel absolutely miserable, even though I am sure he never gave it a second thought. He's probably sitting there going about his normal day not knowing that he has ruined mine!!!! I hate this feeling I get when I feel like I have done something wrong. Then there is the battle I fight against myself as to whether or not I actually did anything wrong. All I did was call him which I am required to do. But then there is the fact that it was a sunday so maybe I shouldn't have? I don't know I just hate this feeling and I wish I had bigger shoulders, to handle these little blunters that come my way. He actually made me cry. Why am I so soft?

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