I just don't fucking know anymore...

I DON'T know where this whole girl situation is going, and it is verrrry weaksauce.
I DON'T know where my band situation is going...also very weaksauce.
I DON'T know why my car has to be a complete piece of shit ALL the fucking time.
I DON'T know why we are barely friends anymore.
I DON'T know where I'm going with my life.

that is all for that very brief rant.


In other news, I beasted out 11 hours of pizza slinging yesterday, for 65 measly fucking dollars.
i guess with my 5 an hour, that is still like 11 dollars an hour, so i won't bitch.

I hope this weather gets warm, summer can't come soon enough.

Three more weeks, then it's back to the ole' summer monotony. Not that it's a bad thing, monotony can be nice. It's relaxing

I also hope that with me not leaving back to Lafayette for three months will give me time to get shit straight with a few people from back home. See:my brief rant above.

I went 3 days without smoking, it was unanimously agreed that i become highly pissy, socially anxious, and uptight. no bueno.

I make 11 dollars an hour, work anywhere from 25-40 hours a week, and still, by some impossible feat, am always broke.

I need to get my life in order, this year of chaos and lack of structure has thrown me alllll out of whack.

Maybe I should just live in Portage this summer?

I barely eat anymore...no time. I never even think about eating. It is a wierd feeling.
On that note, time to go to the bank, then do my much-belated taxes.

deuces.