I got accepted into UC Davis! I'm very pleased with myself, although I'm almost entirely sure I won't go there. Now I just have to hold tight for the rest of the month to hear from Santa Cruz, Irvine, and (dun dun dun) Berkeley, as well as begin my application for Scotland. I worked today and I'm working tomorrow and I made $50 in tips today. I need to crash. I need a foot massage more than anything, actually, and maybe a little company. No one's home and I don't know why. I've started working on my savings account. I'm trying to put half of what I make everytime I get paid into my savings. Except I got two parking tickets. No major. My dad just started walking up the stairs with wine in his hands and singing. My mom and I went to a poetry reading Thursday night and then watched Team America together. She walks in my bedroom every morning when she wakes up and I'm doing my makeup so that she can talk to me. I'm going to miss home. I don't party anymore. I can't party anymore. I feel like I'm working so so so so much. Right now, I'm off work, but I have about 6 hours of homework that's due monday, which isn't including the hours of work I need to do so that I don't have 2 Fs. I'm also watching my weight. I got really big without really realizing it. I'm trying to shrink. And I need to excersize. Oh my god I'm so tired. And all of this might lead to depression. How's it even possible?