Tonight is the usual boring night in for me. I should be studying. I should be. I could have studied last night. I didn't. I could've. Wendy, Brandon, Brendon, and I all took a little ride down to Dani's new place. A very nice trailor. A very nice area. We talked, laughed, bargained, and smoked. I felt slightly uncomfortable sitting with all of them. They are all fools. Mislead and misguided fools. Tonight I am sitting here trying not to think about Pat. Good old Mister P. I don't want to think about him. I won't. Not after right now. Or now. No more thinking of him. I spoke momentarily to my good friend tonight. She called. She usually does. I need to start calling her more. I need to start soon. I also need to start writing in my journal again. Not an online journal. My real journal. The kind you can actually write in. I miss it. I miss recording my life by hand. My mother has been drinking all day. It shouldn't bother me now, but it does. She gets mean. And nasty. And rude. And loud. And abusive. And verbal. And mean. I don't like it, but it doesn't matter. I'm 21 and she's nearly twice that. I don't feel like typing anymore. I have 5 exams coming up. I am going to fail. Fail. Hard. I am done for now.