week

It looks like a tornado went through my room.
I calculated the hours, and I've worked 65hours last week. This doesn't include transportation time to and from each gigs. At the same time, I feel like I've done nothing, and am still po.
I have a test that I can't fail on the 22nd.
When the 22nd hits I need to concentrate on the drawings.

I havn't had very many responsibilities my whole life. And I can't really handle a whole lot of it.
I chewed out this lady at work on Friday. My ass is on shaky grounds right now. I feel really really bad about that. And I got lectured from everyone about it. Aaron, Bill, mom, everyone.
Got drunk on Friday night. Coke and whisky is my new best friend. Yum! I can't deal with Margaritas. No thanks!

Dreamt of my dad a couple nights ago, and I realized I'm smoking Benson and Hedges... it's what dad used to smoke. I think I really just want to be like my dad.
Or, maybe I still just want to be his only daughter.