That could also be the name of this hub. You see when I first made the decision to move back home I thought it would be wonderful. Finally I would have free time to do all the things I'd wanted to do before. I don't quite remember what those things were. Perhaps because a good chunk of my time now seems to be filled with my friends. I know I shouldn't complain, but I am, a little.

You see I'm the kind of person that just can't say no, most of the time I don't even realize when I should say no. Take this weekend for example. I knew I had an important interview set up for Monday morning, one that could potentially get me a real honest to goodness job in what I am planning on making my field. But, instead of staying home and boning up on why I was the perfect candidate for the position, and ensuring I had just the right interview outfit. I found myself spending that time with friends. So that, by the time Sunday came around, I was so internally stressed out that I wasn't even aware of it. Sure, the sudden crying bout prior to leaving for the trip should have been a sign of stree not pms, however I took it as the latter. Because of that I subjected my boyfriend and two of our good friends to a rather shitty day out, ended quite abruptly by my tantrum of "I want to go home, I don't want to be here anymore".

You see, I am already looking to this weekend, and can already see a packed Friday night followed by an even busier Saturday. Though these things are not friend related at all. But merely events I have heard about and would like to attend. So in all reality I may not wind up doing anything this weekend, and I'm sure my wallet will thank me. You see, my wallet is already begging me for a reprieve, Because I just moved back home and have not gotten a full paycheck from my new job, I'm living on mere pennies, even breaking into my savings which I didn't want to do. It's hard as it seems everything is costing money nowadays, and without my own place to entertain it isn't so easy to come up with free ways to spend time with friends. Sure, my parents wouldn't mind having my friends over, however, my parents house has never been a very get-together conducive house. The den that houses the tv is small and cramped, the living room that doesn't is larger but offers nothing to do. That perhaps leaves my room, but that is filled to exploding with my stuff.

One would think that I had learned from that experience learned perhaps how much I could handle in one weekend? I don't think I did. You see every day this week has also been crammed with at least one social get together of one kind or another. Monday was the dinner with a friend, Tuesday found me returning to my hell from Sunday only to enjoy it more the second time around followed by dinner and trivia at a local bar, and tonight I will be out enjoying dinner and a movie for a friends birthday. I am realizing that I can't agree to everything but it is hard. The dinner was a weekly occurance, the friend I accompanied on Tuesday had taken the day off to go with someone else only to have them back out at the last minute, and I can't possibly bail when it's for a friends birthday. Perhaps this weekend I will learn.