Every week during school, I feel happy.

I dont usually feel happy every second of the week, but every week i do feel happy.

I feel like I'm doing something worthwhile and really working towards a future.

Usually by the end of the week, all i want to do is go home and never come back.

This is why i am eternally grateful for the weekend.

Especially this morning, it's more than perfect.

It's about 43 degrees outside, and it's really sunny, and I dont have anything urgent to attend to as of yet.

Fairly Odd Parents is on TV, and I'm enjoying my first cup of coffee for the morning.

This is my pleasure.

This is what I love.

This is my escape.

Moments like this are what keep me from going completely insane.

And I am satisfied.

have a good day, everyone

afterrr being here in my house in boynton for like 2 weeks.

boynton you ask?

yeah

no more texas.

thank jesus

he's a neat jew i guess

if you like dead people.

but yeah.

i've noticed that being "home" never really feels the same after you've lived on your own for a certain period of time.

i remember stuff annoying me sometimes when i still went to highschool

but now stuff that used to annoy me annoys me way more.

not really annoys me i guess... just... idk lol.

its parents

and siblings

you understand.

but anyway

im going home tomorrow.. around 2 i think.. with my friend chelsea.

the second i get there im going to my friend Mark's house

i'm sorry mark... BEST friend.. because he gets BITCHY WHEN I DONT SAY THAT..

to play harvest moon

because i want my ostrich

'nuff said.