Tooooo much shit going onnnnn. I have not typed the story out. I want to, badly, but whenever I think about sitting down in front of this thing and dedicating an hour to typing out every fucking detail, I get too intimidated and say "Oh, I'll just do it tomorrrowww" and then I don't. Me making deadlines for myself is almost laughable.
BUT today is Sunday and Sundays are made not for jesus (or was it God? They're related right?) but for doing homework! So I WILL at least start on typing the story and uploading the pictures (they're niiiice) to my photobucket. Along with that, I have to start on my little report for Biology AND my essay for a scholarship program through my work.
The wheels in my mind are turning non stop and I have realized so much tonight. I'm not going to say anything about a conversation between my mom and I, but things are going to change. And I guess "things" really just means me. It's nothing bad, it's actually nearly exciting minus the part where I have to grow up a little bit.
It's 4:09 AM and I should at least try to get the fuck to sleep.
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