Diary of a premature adult

February 26, 2018.

I had a meeting today about retirement plans through my work. Bunch of adult stuff. I live 40 minutes away from my job, the meeting was 30 minutes long. I drove roughly an hour and a half all for a 30 minute meeting. At least I'll have money when I retire in the next 50 years. Granted, something in my life will probably be so disastrous between now and then, to which that money will go away for whatever debts  I have.

Speaking of debts, I have no idea what I'm going to be doing for school, it's all so overwhelming, and I'm already 21, I need to know what I want to do. My parents aren't helping any. My mom says to do whatever I want, but I need to figure it out. My dad says I shouldn't go to school, because he doesn't want me to be in debt for the rest of my life. Whatever, I'll just pick up dog poop for the rest of my life (I work in a kennel). 

My friend and I went and saw The Death Cure the other night, and I'm still not okay. I'm forever scarred, that messed me up. It was a great movie, although, I didn't know it was 2 1/2 hours long. I felt like I was watching Titanic. Just, Dylan O'Brien as Rose, and Newt as Jack. Too soon? I don't think so, I can joke about it because I was a crying mess in the theater. 

Also, regarding the meeting from today, or work in general, there's this boy. Oh my goodness, I don't know if I actually like him, or if I just want to be his best friend. I'll go with either, honestly. I was ballsy and followed him on instagram a couple days ago, and he followed back almost immediately, and then liked TWO selfies. However, he said not one word to me today at the meeting, sooo I have no idea what that means. 

I'm off for the next couple days, so I get to finally catch up with my depressive sleep. I'll drink lots of water and play Sims. I may get real crazy and listen to this cool Harry Styles vinyl I got at Target (finally). 

-aj