Well. I work two jobs, full time in school, and yeah. Today I axctually got too much sleep for once. 10:30 am to 11:00 pm. Work starts at 11:00 pm so I was 30 minutes late.

Because I had to run out the door, I'm wearing the damn sweatshirt Jordan made me. I'M NOT EVEN BITTER JK.

I'm still on the fence about moving home. I want to pretty bad, but I'm not even sure why. I know if I live at home, I can get my body looking how I want it to again. I can see Brandon's baby all the time, see him, see Peter, Dan, Majdi, everyone. Ride muh future fixie all around town because there aren't hills every ten feet. I mean I guess I could do that up here too. Back home though I could probably make way more money, get more tattoos etc. Up here I'd make way less because of rent and shit.

Plus, up here I don't have the see Jordan or Michael, which is pretty nice.

HOLY SHIT. Chouji grew wings without takign the pills! He is gonna wreck some shit.

2 hours later and I am still on this page. I am suddenly having a rough night.