Good song by the Pixies.

I'm feeling kinda frustrated at Jeremy. He doesn’t have to be at school until eleven, and he said he would come over bright and early to have breakfast with me. Alas, he is still asleep. I shouldn’t be so selfish.

I’m making him a survival bracelet. It’s pretty cool, I think. It’s made of a length of ten or so feet of cord that is designed to unravel easily and to be useful in a survival situation. Plus, it looks really kick ass. I just wish I had better cord. All I have is hemp. It’s okay, but I don’t know how useful it would be. I should go to JoAnn’s and see if I can find some paracord. That’d be ideal.

I’m thoroughly enjoying my days off. Yesterday I caught up on some much-needed sleep. And today I plan on finishing my room. I need to get it to a point where my mother will get off my back about it. That would be nice. But with her it seems like if she’s not getting on my case about one thing, she’s getting on my case about another. I know she just wants to stay in my life as much as possible. I’m gonna be leaving soon, and she’ll be left with just Hannah, the troublemaker, who is barely at home anyways. Mom is motivated by the right things, but takes the wrong actions. It kinda makes me sad.

So, Advising Day for school is June 4th, at 8 a.m. It’s a Friday. Good thing Jeremy and I are both going that day. It’s gonna be a pain in the ass to get up that early and go, though. It would be sweet if we could stay in a hotel or something on Thursday night and then just head over there in the morning. But our parents would never go for that. Even though we’re going to be living together in a couple months. Oh well.

I’ve decided that I’m gonna quit my job at the end of June. I want a little bit of time to de-stress.

I’m really scared that everything is actually happening. I hope I can learn to deal with it. Because it’s not just going to go away.

13 - Fuck my life.