If I smile I look creepy. If I don't smile I
look scary.
Too much fucking work to pay attention to my eyes sometimes. My mom and brother are coming up tomorrow to help me get ready to move back home and what not. I have a lot of work to do and my last final on Saturday before I'm ready. My mom seems to be substantially less paranoid about me when I have my eyes "under control" as it were, and I'd really hate to make her worry when she comes up, so I need to get my shit together again.
This semester just didn't go well and I'm not happy about it. My grandfather is getting worse (brain tumor), but I don't get any real updates on him. I'm a smart guy, I know what doctors are talking about most of the time. Just because I'm not particularly fond of biology doesn't mean I didn't listen to anything Lauren said the whole time we were dating.* I just wish someone would tell me what was going on. I'm going to see him Sunday.
*Because I get questions rapidly: Lauren and I dated for about six years and she'll be going to med school soon.