Stuff and AUGH!

I'm in such a grumpy, leave-me-alone mood. I have to write this fucking depencency appeal for the university and it's annoying. I have to recount everything that's happened in the last, like, six years, to prove that my mom was a junkie and I didn't live with her or get any support from her in that time. It's so aggravating. And it wouldn't be so bad if I didn't need to have it done by, like, tomorrow. Or, at least, roughly sketched out. Because I can barely remember what happened this weekend.

I start at West tomorrow. I plan on doing the paid training and probably getting the hell out of there after that. Plus, me and TJ plan on visiting aulderbane in March. And anyone who says anything about how I should be saving for college and an apartment: Fuck. Off. Am I the only person in the world who has realized that you only live once and you shouldn't worry about six months down the road where you may or may not even be alive.

Live in the NOW, fuckers.

I'm so angry for some reason. Aaaugh. My head won't work and I'm pissed.