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Today wouldn’t have been so bad if my mother and father didn’t think I starve myself and if I hadn’t hit that fucking car. My brand new 2005 Toyota needs to get fixed, my insurance is going to go up, and I’m going to be car less for a good three weeks, maybe longer. I wouldn’t care that I’m going to have to walk back and forth between my house and Jonathan’s, but now I really can’t escape from my house. How far am I actually going to go? Being here is the worst of it all.
I am thinking about working at least two or three jobs this summer. Maybe two when school starts. If I am not able to work enough hours at one and am not making enough money, I’ll have to find another. I need to make enough money to pay for my car insurance and have enough money saved to move out of my house by junior year. I’ll find a cute little apartment where I’ll be able to have my own space, not have to tell my parents where I’m going or when I’m coming home. I need privacy. I’ll have privacy.
I need to stop being lazy. If Jonathan is going to start touring more, having a job or jobs will be good. I’ll keep myself busy.
Besides all that, Erika and I got our nails done the other day. They are pretty and every two weeks we plan on going back for fill ins. Last night I went and saw the mid-night showing of Land of the Dead. I liked it, but some parts were boring. Tomorrow night Erika and I are camping out in Kimberly’s apartment. Sheila won’t be there because she is visiting her boyfriend. But I might be camping out in their living room a lot this summer so Sheila won’t be missing too much. And on Sunday Jonathan and I are going to see the Get Up Kids.
I am going to go take a Tylenol PM and sleep till tomorrow morning.