i was really lucky this semester to get 10:30 classes. because it means that i can get up early and do homework. but the thing is, once i’m up, i don’t want to do homework. and while my best writing is done in the morning, i can’t motivate myself to do it.

there comes a point in my semester where keeping up with everything gets to be too much. so i just let go and fall behind. because when there’s only so much you can read, its like whats the point?

the outlook for next semester is just as bad as this one was if not worse. i went to the online part of the ucf bookstore and put all my books in a shopping cart to see how much the total would be. i’m at three classes and 31 books and the cost is somewhere around $510. for books! my dad is going to kill me. i think thats the most i’ve paid for books here. $300 has always been my max. my classes are going to run from 12-7:20. i’ll be on campus forever and ever. i’m going to need a locker cuz i’ll be carrying so much crap around. a locker would definitely come in handy.

i have the hiccups and they’re not going away.

the nice thing about my classes is that i only have two finals and i’m out on the 10th. so i get to go home. home to see papa and the rest of the fam. i can’t wait. my dad is going to get me a job doing catering at signature gardens, $8.50 an hr plus tips. i need the money now that i have my little cat.

my apartment is such a mess, i need to clean every thing up. laaaaa.

its me and pete’s 3 month today. haha i don’t even think he reads my live journal. happy anniversary!