Progress Report

Declining. In fetal position.
Have to pee.
MT is killing my patience. Good talks with some talented kids today.
Made an appointment.
Mom bought me a bag to use when I go to the market in Van. I didn't get the feeling I thought I would. Now that I've finally decided on something, she seems to have settled on the last something.
Movie marathon this weekend. Maybe. Depends. If I feel protected enough. And greasy isn't there. I think she saw through that today. Shit. She's good. And when it all comes to a crashing fight now you know which two things to say. I THREW IT OUT BITCH! We need to chill. You should come with me for pampering Friday, but I think you're going before, after... Idk. When's grad? Me and Edmonds have varying directing ideas and techniques.
Back is killing me. Just worked hours on Chem project. Now I need to study. Tomorrow social project. HAZAH! You're a towel. I'm so drained right now, I've given up. It's strange to see the growth. To see who has stuck beside me this entire time. To see that I could have a fight with her and mend it in four hours. I actually trust her with everything now. I like the talks we have. Glad you are coming this summer. 25 sleeps till Stampede. Oh life... My back is killing me. Must go make cheat sheet and sleep to the sounds of songs I do not know the titles to. Yet.
So dry. So over. So done. So whatever. So above. So different. So creative. So positive? Naw that's not it.
Love,
OMG THERE FOR TOMORROW! HOLLA!