I'm a little ridiculous. I have a 96, a 110, and a 94 and I'm looking for more to do, something to burn in my engine and keep me running. I'm melting over my 88 in culinary that cant be brought up execpt by the final, which is still a week away.
I believe that if I've said anything, I've proven all I need is a little push, just something to hold onto, and I can drag myself the rest of the way and farther yet.
What happened yesterday? I don't know how school went. So I guess it doesn't matter. I ran home for my phone, and got gas and picked up Shei and we went to YAP and I was a little stressed and whatnot. I fumbled through it all and napped through the last bit. I drove shei home and stayed at her house a few minutes. I asked her if I was still her favorite. I am. She kisses Taylor. But that's ok. And Nick is someone she wants to be like my steve. And I understand. I'm at peace.
I went to Steve's and passed out and slept till 9. Came home and rolled onto the couch and fell asleep till about 10. Brushed my teeth and passed out in my own bed. Slept soundly. I have no idea why.
Today? Collected ingredients, bitterly. Finished Antonia. Worked on Anthology, finished Common App. Napped. Powered through Raisin in the Sun way faster than my class could dream of, and headed to steve's house. Read some more then banked my 16 dollar check (wooo), and brought back the PS2 and some of his clothes, ha. We talked a lot and watched most of 8 Mile. We'll finish it tomarrow. He didn't force me to have dinner. I'm confused.