Listening to: Fruitcake Makes Me Puke-Bill Engvall
Feeling: old
Last few days have been very trying but I'm better now. I had three people help distract me and let me simmer. I vented a couple times which is really odd for me, but still it happened. Now I'm just trying to focus my thoughts anywhere besides the source of discomfort.
Tomorrow I have my last two finals and I get to go home. I will force myself to tan. I skipped last week and I'm cold. I hate being cold. Tanning is the only way I stay warm in the winter. I just have to force myself to go tan after I grab lunch after Ecology final at 10:20 in the morning. Soon I'll be reunited with my Haley girl. Dad and Bo will be picking me up tomorrow night. I hope there is no change in the arrangements. First, Mom was coming. Then, Beth thought about joining us. Now it's just Dad and Bo that will be getting me. Bo, the black '95 truck. Dad's toy. My toy is kept out of the weather in the garage while we gather the money and inventory list for repairing the truck in the future. A little job that Dad and I are going to tackle by ourselves. We may enlist in help from Lloyd but that is all. This is something that I get to claim as a Dad and I moment. Something I don't have to share with anyone and something I can't wait to take place. Finally get to do some auto mechanics, something I've wanted to do for years. Finally, next year holds a lot of opportunity for me. Good. I need a good year.
On logic to pull me through
It all comes down to what you choose"