Jul 15, 2002 22:45
I just found out that we're going to Texas in September. I won't say why because I can't be sure that Patrick isn't reading this, but I will say that I hate being the last to know. And in this case, I was the absolute last person to find out. All I'm asking is for a little respect... just a little bit... No, seriously, I'm excited. I don't want to miss a week of the first month of college, though. Maybe it'll be over Labor Day weekend.
My neck is bothering me so much that I think I'll go see the chiro tomorrow. It's been a long time, so I guess I'm overdue. I just hope he doesn't screw me up even more.
I have to get off and work on my scholarship essays. I have one completely done, one crappy one, and have one more to do. I wanted to submit the same one to all three, slightly modified of course, but then I realized all of them go to the same financial aid office and that's just stupid.
Anyone have a job for me? Preferably one that pays well and is easy on the back? I have set a goal for myself to have a job by the beginning of August. Not that that means much, though, because I'm never really good at reaching my personally-set goals.
Ever feel sort-of disgusted with everything for no particular reason? That's me right now. Hmph. It'll pass.
plans,
family,
health,
vacation