It's f*ing depression; I swear.
I hate Rexburg.
 Hate, hate, hate it.

I don't have a job; it's impossible to get one in this lame excuse for a city because all of the college students have them already. If I want a job, I have to drive 30 minutes there and 30 minutes back (every day) to a city that actually has a mall! But of course, they don't want to hire me because I don't want to work Sundays. So for the last week and a half I've been sitting here in this apartment by myself while Eli's gone doing God-knows-what.

And I'm homesick. I miss my family like crazy. I just talked to my sister and she, her boyfriend, and my mom are going to what's called "Wing Wednesday" at this tiny little bar/pub up by my house in Wisconsin... I also talked to my mom who mentioned that they're going out, and she told me she'll be thinking of me ... yes, while they enjoy delicious wings and sandwiches. Lucky people...

I'm just stuck here all the time in a small town with nothing much to do but eat (there are a lot of restaurants), with no friends, left to clean and re-clean the apartment because it's the only thing I can really do (aside from the laundry!) until Eli decides that he wants to come home for the evening...


FUCK.

Maybe I'm complaining. But I don't give a damn. I'm sick of sitting here bawling my eyes out because I'm lonely. I'M LONELY.

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EDIT 11:00 PM

Here's what my sister sent me tonight while she was out...