Sleep sounds good
I don't really have much to update about. Things are...moving along at least. There are things going on that seem to jump-start my temper in an instant and I don't really know why. Talking to Amy has helped alot and I've been thinking lately how lucky I really am to have her. I used to find it hard to believe that I could mesh completely with a person. But with her, even if I do get mad about something, if we happen to argue (which happens very little), I appologize, or she does. I can't stay mad at her, which is saying something, especially coming from me, the grudge holder. haha. But in all reality I don't know where the hell I'd be without her. It's weird for me to have a best friend, who is also my cousin. People seem to think that we HAVE to like each other. We're family. But I know that even if we weren't related, we'd still be the best of friends.
In other news, Chris and I are still good. We bicker alot, but really that's just the kind of people we are. And we always make up so it's good. I'm having some trouble deciphering(did i spell that right?) my feelings for him. It's especially hard when my mom tells me that I don't really like him, and my dad has walked in on the two of us already. Great track record. But I am truely happy with him, which is more than I can say with any other relationship.
College is hard, but not as hars as I thought it would be. I have to tough it out in Algebra, but I think I'll at least pass. I know I'm under the wrong major, but that's changing soon. I ditch sometimes, but not frequently like I thought I would.
I stopped smoking for a while, but as my 18th birthday approaches and the chance for me to buy cancer sticks is easier than ever, I find myself craving them. Hopefully I won't smoke as much as I did, if I do start back up again.
Drinking holds no real appeal for me any more. On occasion i guess is alright, but I have just as much fun without alcohol, and if I can avoid a hangover, it's always a good day.
It's definitly only 8:38pm on a Saturday night, but I'm exhausted. Something in my body just isn't right. I can feel it. It looms over me and I don't know what to do. I don't know who to tell.
In other news, Chris and I are still good. We bicker alot, but really that's just the kind of people we are. And we always make up so it's good. I'm having some trouble deciphering(did i spell that right?) my feelings for him. It's especially hard when my mom tells me that I don't really like him, and my dad has walked in on the two of us already. Great track record. But I am truely happy with him, which is more than I can say with any other relationship.
College is hard, but not as hars as I thought it would be. I have to tough it out in Algebra, but I think I'll at least pass. I know I'm under the wrong major, but that's changing soon. I ditch sometimes, but not frequently like I thought I would.
I stopped smoking for a while, but as my 18th birthday approaches and the chance for me to buy cancer sticks is easier than ever, I find myself craving them. Hopefully I won't smoke as much as I did, if I do start back up again.
Drinking holds no real appeal for me any more. On occasion i guess is alright, but I have just as much fun without alcohol, and if I can avoid a hangover, it's always a good day.
It's definitly only 8:38pm on a Saturday night, but I'm exhausted. Something in my body just isn't right. I can feel it. It looms over me and I don't know what to do. I don't know who to tell.