I went to a local renaissance festival. It was fun, I picked up some leather armlets. Then I got in a tiny fight with my mom and decided most definately I need to move out sooner than later. So hopefully in six-nine months I will be financially stable enough to move out and get an apartment with my friend Amy. I cannot stand being at home. Though I would like to purchase my own car and my own laptop before I leave. And I'm not sure if I'm still covered under my dad's insurance if I move out....even if I'm a full time student.
I just want to run away....and this sucks.
edit: and I think I'm about to pass the fuck out. hahaha. at least i can still see the keys.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.
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