My mom and I are tight with our money and have enough to take care of ourselves,

and my dad has the audacity to ask us for our money. You have a job, you have enough money to buy beer and the lotto every single day, why don’t you cut back and stop asking your kids for their money.

I love my family.

But I can’t stand to be here for another year and a half.

May 2013 needs to come asap. I’m going nuts. 

I don’t understand.

If I were to join the military as a back-up career, as a chemist or something science related, I don’t care about my title. As long as I’m making the money I need to make and doing what I love, I couldn’t give a damn about whether I’m an officer or not. 

Before bed time thoughts:

I love writing my thoughts before I go to bed, or talking about them, or taking a long shower pondering about them, because then I go to sleep with a clear mind. 

First off, I really need to stop slacking off. I mean, compared to others, I’m really not. But for my own standards and the standards that have been set for me, I need to pick up the pace. It’s only been the third week of the new term and I already have a late assignment. I did one week of working out and then stopped because of the work overload since I switched into pre-calculus. Not to mention I start work at the hospital in about two weeks, so that just adds up. my shifts are four hours long, but the lady said I could do my homework if I work the desk, so I’m glad about that.

My grandma is really sick. Like, really really sick. Actually, I don’t know if it’s sick or old age. She’s 82 and all I know is that she just got off dialysis. It sucks not being near my grandma. She’s in the Philippines and has been for years now. I mean, she’s happier there and that’s what matters. But if God forbid, something happens to her, it’ll be so difficult to get all four of us to the Philippines in time without having around $8,000 in loan debt. My dad called the Philippines today just to know that she’s getting worse. He’s leaving for the Philippines within the next week or two. That’s good for him, but I don’t know how we’ll hold up here, at home. Financially, at least. But things will pull through, they usually do. 

On the bright side of everything, I love my friends and my boyfriend. They’re my break from my stress filled weeks and work filled nights. And I’m happy that I’ll have friends at work.

Eh, it’s 2am.

I’m going to sleep.

Good night.

Goals of this week:

paint some nail sets and hopefully sell some.

Actually do the “get ready with me” tag 

and survive.

meow.

One thing I can promise, is that I do try.

I’m sorry if it isn’t good enough to live up to some people’s standards. But this is my best, take it or leave it.