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I’m too impatient for my own good.

My mom was right. I always say that I’m patient, and in some instances, I am. But really, when it comes to waiting for other people to go out, I am way too impatient for my own good. I am fidgety right now that it’s not even funny.

Here’s the deal. My friend calls me this morning and ask me if I’m doing anything today. I say that I’m not, unless sitting in my room taking multiple naps is something. So we’re all going to chill out in the loverly’s area in Flushing. She says that she’s going to call me back and give me more details (read: what time we’re leaving). I eat breakfast, watch Jerry Springer, and post on some message boards for a bit until she calls back and says that they’re leaving the house by 1pm. I was like “okay”, that gives me time to take a shower and get dressed and what not.

By 1:10, I’m ready. But I decided to call just in case. She says that she’s just leaving the house. I was like “okay, whatever”, but this means that I’m going to have to wait another hour at least for them because their ride is about 45 minutes off from mine, and if I leave too early, I’d be waiting outside for about a half an hour, which wouldn’t be bad in 75-degree weather, but would be suicide in 90-degree weather. She told me that she’ll call once she gets about halfway there.

So now I wait. I’ve been dressed for about an hour. And now she calls. 2:06. Great timing. Watch I forget something.

I’m too impatient for my own good.