A day in the life

Well now it's back to real life and a big, new school where I don't recognize a single face. I actually kinda like the anonymity in my classes, it makes me feel less pressure. Back at LC, I believe a good 3/4 of the school continues on to grad schools of some caliber or another, so you're in constant competition with those in your small class around you. Everyone knows everyone, or at least recognizes the face, so when you ask a stupid question in class, you feel, or at least I felt, constantly judged and compared to everyone else. It's to the point now that if I don't get into dental school, I'll feel like a failure, because everyone else I know who applied to their various school got in.
I've started back at work at the good ol' OG. I forgot how good that place smelled. There isn't a work day that goes by where I don't have a huge craving for alfredo dipping sauce with some breadsticks by the end of my shift. No, I'm not gaining weight working there. I'm actually hoping it'll help me finish off that last 10 lbs of college "freshman 15" weight. I wore a pedometer to work 2 nights ago, and figured out that on a slow night of a 6 hour shift, I walk about 7 1/4 miles. Tonight should be even more considering it's Friday and we're open later, it's typically a busy one.
Between work and school, I don't really have time for much anymore. I'm feeling lonely once I come home now though. Most of my friends have moved away, and the ones that are around are busy with other things, so it's pretty much just me and mom now. Oh wait, now it's pretty much just me, because mom is dating again. Don't worry, I actually like this one. Mom's being dumb about it again though. She's acting like she's never ever been on a date before, and even took 45 min last night staring at herself in the mirror with 1 outfit on that she's gonna wear to a breakfast with the guy this morning. Who spends 45 minutes staring at themselves? I told her she was being overly anal about it. While engrossed in herself, she kept asking me "does this look okay?" After the fifteenth time I said yes with her not believing me, I left the room and told her I'm not giving her my opinion anymore when she's asking for it but doesn't listen to it. Ugh, 40-something year old teenagers!