Update
Well things are going better for me. I still hate living here. Kirsten is the only person in the house I really consider close to me. She's the only the one who respects me and cares about what's going on in my life. School is alright. I hope I don't fail. Finals are in a week. Fuckin' A. The money situation is going better. A little anyways. I got a assistant coaching job for Arapahoe girls' lacrosse. I still need to work out the details though. It's a paid position. I would need at least a $100 dollars a week to take it though. It would be SO nice to be able to have my school nigts off and concentrate on school some more. I have a tough schedule next term. I really want to make myself better though. I'm not comfortable anymore with skimming by on everything. It wears me down. I did start working out, but then I got into that skirmish with Rob, lost my wallet with my Bally's I.D. and what ever. But time is ticking away. And the day I see Micah is coming nearer and nearer. I really shouldn't care that much, because I think it would mean more to me if I were to of seen him last spring while those memories and feelings still resided in me a little more. I'm sure they will come back as soon as I see him. Who knows? I just know I better look DAMN GOOD. I need to make phone calls tomorrow and catch up with everyone. My mom wants to fly out here and visit. I actually wouldn't mind. I just don't know when it would be convient for me though, we'll see. Gosh, I CAN NOT WAIT FOR TAXES TO COME. I need some fuckin' contacts man. My glasses aren't cuttin' it. I ripped my last contact and have had to wear my glasses for the past week. I can't do my hair. or make up. and I look ugly and like a scrub. So yeah. Alright, I'm tired and I should get to bed. Good night.