Entry number dos
I feel like I need to clean up my act. Stop screwing around so much in school. Get ahead in my art projects like whoa. Stop procrastinating so much on college applications. Start figuring out exactly what I want to do with my life. Scary eh?
I don't have to worry about the SAT anymore. I'm not taking the stupid thing again. But now I have to finish my Gold Award and my Senior Project. Ablah.
I want to get into shape really badly. Not for anyone else, just for me. That and because I'm sick of hearing my family always telling me I don't look good. and besides all of that, I want to feel good about my decisions. I need to stop smoking. Drinking isn't an issue.. but I want to clean stuff up. So no more fries at lunch and I'm going to start going to Ridgewood again. I want to stop ruining myself so much.
I was in the mood to re-decorate my room this weekend, and it got me to thinking as how that might be my way of letting myself know it's time to change things up a bit. I need to feel ready for next year.
My car is broken. My dad thinks it might be the timing chain, which isn't supposed to break. So I've been driving the Tahoe and it's killing me quickly. I've gone through 1/8 of a tank of gas in one day. I can't afford to fill up the tank. I put $20 in yesterday morning and it got me barely 1/2 a tank. All I've driven is to get Steph, to school, to work and to Room at the Inn... This is fucking ridiculus.
I need to go get Laffy Taffy for art class tomorrow. John is getting jaw surgery soon, so we're having a party for him. Fun? I submit yes! I love that Mrs. Furr is back cause our sub last Thursday pissed me off. Mrs. Furr is always looking for a good excuse for us to have a party. I love that class more than anything. Math is fun too... But that's an entirely different experience with making fun of Mr. Houston. That man has no hope in life... really.
I'm working tomorrow night. Yep. That's about it.