Mar 02, 2004 15:18
So it is now March 2, 2004. Holy shit. March 13th is like 11 days away...in less than two weeks I will be in Panama City Beach, Florida. It is all becoming a reality now that I told my parents and they are aware of where I'll be. They really can't do anything about it. Is that being selfish that I am going on vacation? I mean, I am paying for it myself and I planned this with the crew like 4 months ago.
Dad says there is a lotta shit goin' on in the family right now but is that my fault? Sure I feel bad but what can I do? It's not my responsibility...I'm at school...they are home. But why does she have to make me feel so damn bad for wanting a god damn vacation for a week? Why does she have to give me such a hard time? Bitch.
So I'm really going. Like, really...wow. That's crazy...I have been workin' my ass off the past couple months to pay for this shit so I better get the most out of it...
Sam is amazing. I mean really really, just amazing. The things he says to me are so crazy---things I've always wanted boys to say to me. He and I have been spending crazy amounts of time together and I feel bad that he drives up here all the time but its nearly impossible for me to go down there.
This weekend shot me down, man. Wow. Am I tired...
I can't get rid of this cough!!! It's pissing me off...it's mostly allergies but I do believe that there are other variables...
The Chance next Tues is gonna kick so much ass. Roddy I know you're reading this and your ass and the rest of you BEST be @ that show.
Well I started off being in a typing kinda mood but now I'm getting kinda bored...
Off to class on this gorgeous day. :)