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I woke up 15 minutes before I had to leave for school. I look like I got punched in the face because my face is extra swollen. I'm done with my Criminal Justice Final. I'm a little iffy. It wasn't like the midterm. It was only 50 questions and I got done in 20 minutes, and I wasn't sure about half of the answers. I better do fucking awesome. I was thinking about majoring in Forensic Science instead of Criminal Justice. It's like a combination of the things I like. Criminal Justice, Psychology, Anthropology...just kidding. Anthropology is for faggots, that's the main reason why I'm contemplating because that's what it mainly consists of. There's three concentrations and I'd probably do the legal concentration rather than the physical/medical/whatever other one there is. I need to make appointmentS with some advisors. I have this sick feeling in my stomach that I left my dream book on the bus. I don't know why. I don't even know if it's missing. I can't remember putting it down though. Now that I think of it I think I remember imagining myself throwing it at the balloon man...so I probably DID walk home with it. That makes me feel a little bit more sure. There was this creepy ass balloon man at the Maryland Parkway bus stop. He was dirty and his hair was poofy like a clowns hair only it was just real and dirty. He was blowing up one of those shlong balloons only it was a GIGANTIC one. If you held it up to my head it would reach halfway to my knees, and it was about twice as thick as those sausagey packs of beef you hit your friends with at grocery stores. He asked me about three times if I wanted it. I said no. He sat at the back of the bus and everytime I glanced over he was leaning forward looking at me. He stayed on until I got off. He even had a clowny clown clown nose. AAAAAnnnnnnnyyyyyyways. I've been in a shitty mood lately. Especially yesterday. I dunno...Christmas is just shitty this year maybe. Our house is still in the decorating process and it looks like shit kuz theres boxes and shit everywhere. I'll probably spend today cleaning up, stressing about buying EVEN MORE FUCKING PRESENTS. I'm so mad about that. I'm also mad about the 60 dollars that Bank of America didn't transfer BACK into my checking account. I shall see about that today. I really hope they fuckin...realize their WRONG ASS DOINGS because I reaaallllyyyyy need that money. Plus my mom hella gave me 400 bucks in my savings and I have $212 left and I haven't even spent that much. Maybe if I DID I wouldn't be giving out cheap ass presents that make me feel like a faggot. Granted...I have more than one reason for being cheap BUT that doesn't mean I don't want my 60 bucks back. I'll admit it. I'm depressed. I might be going to Reno. Maybe fucking off is what I need right now. I don't know if I want to go...either way is going to suck. On one hand, I get to be alone in Reno. On the other hand, I get to be alone in Vegas. Protecting my home, or protecting my dignity. I have about ten minutes before I'm going to call my mom. Then I have another 30 minutes until they get here. I really need to drive. Maybe I should go to Reno just so I could drive in Tonopah. I dunno...I'll figure it out. Life really sucks lately. This happens sometimes.
I can't stop thinking about how cold and alone he is.
I can't stop thinking about how cold and alone he is.