current mp3: dear claudia - southFM

I missed my music a lot on the trip. I shoulda brought it with me.

Today felt like the first day of summer. Being on the trip meant being on a schedule, doing what other people planned out for me. Now, it's just me doing whatever. Time doesn't really mean anything, it just stretches on. That's what summer means to me, sometimes. Just endless time stretching into infinity... Maybe.

Well, anyways, tomorrow will be another nothing day but on saturday I'm gonna try to do that training thing for the cherry creek arts festival (thank you baylee!). If I get back early enough I might go to the picture-swapping party at Jessica's... but the only point of me going would be to chat and mooch off other people's pictures. Eh, I can mooch later. I've never been big on socializing.

Anyways, that's that. I don't know what we're doing on Sunday. But on Monday my schedule begins. I "work" from 9-12 and 1-3. Everyday during worktime, I can either clean, help with chores or around the house, cook, work on making things for my room (but no planning, I have to do that on my "goof-off" time), walk with my mom, drive, or work on school stuff (like CAS, the EE, and the IAs). Hopefully being on a semi-schedule will prevent my mom from throttling me and help me to actually get some stuff done.

I find it odd that I can sleep 14 hours one night and 5 hours the next. When I go to bed at the same time both nights...

Well, I'm off to bed, earlier this time, so hopefully I can get back into the swing of things. Or whatever.