One year later.
So, a year later I'm posting. I'm 21 now, I have complete control of my alcohol intake. I haven't done anything embarrassing in a while. I've got a great boyfriend who I really love, I'm mentally healthy and now understand how to control myself.
I ended up taking last fall off too and working two jobs. I'm only working one now this summer, but I also volunteer at a cancer and genetics research lab. I still really enjoy it.
I'm taking the bio 2 lab that I never finished last summer this summer.
I really got into writing my novel that I started when I was 13 and I should be done with the first draft by the end of this month. I wrote about half of it during fall semester, but I didn't really have any time in the spring, and the time I did have I spent with Nate (the bf).
I felt really productive today, I woke up at 6am, came home, cleaned the apartment, showered, hopped on a bus by 7:45, sold a bunch of my books back (since I'm broke) got some breakfast and wrote about 2,000 words of my novel. Then I went to the first of my bio lectures for a few hours and then came home, sold some more books, cleaned out and moved my fish tank (which took me two hours), made dinner and more dinners for the rest of the week, then I vacuumed and sat down. I'm kind of tired lol. I went to bed at 1 am last night, so I mean, five hours of sleep is okay, but really, I should probably take a nap before my five hour shift at work.
Yeah, I'm going to do that. It's nap time.
On a side note, I'm really proud of myself for not killing myself. There were some pretty close times during last summer.
I ended up taking last fall off too and working two jobs. I'm only working one now this summer, but I also volunteer at a cancer and genetics research lab. I still really enjoy it.
I'm taking the bio 2 lab that I never finished last summer this summer.
I really got into writing my novel that I started when I was 13 and I should be done with the first draft by the end of this month. I wrote about half of it during fall semester, but I didn't really have any time in the spring, and the time I did have I spent with Nate (the bf).
I felt really productive today, I woke up at 6am, came home, cleaned the apartment, showered, hopped on a bus by 7:45, sold a bunch of my books back (since I'm broke) got some breakfast and wrote about 2,000 words of my novel. Then I went to the first of my bio lectures for a few hours and then came home, sold some more books, cleaned out and moved my fish tank (which took me two hours), made dinner and more dinners for the rest of the week, then I vacuumed and sat down. I'm kind of tired lol. I went to bed at 1 am last night, so I mean, five hours of sleep is okay, but really, I should probably take a nap before my five hour shift at work.
Yeah, I'm going to do that. It's nap time.
On a side note, I'm really proud of myself for not killing myself. There were some pretty close times during last summer.