I left home last Monday, March 29. I stayed at my friend's place to help him with some homework and so that I wouldn't have to drive back and forth from home to school during the week. Friday, April 2, I left my friend's place for my sister's. I have been here, 2 hours from home, 1 hour from my friend's place, since. Tomorrow, I get to go back to my friend's place, help him some more, leech some housing some more, and stay there until Thursday, April 8.

My birthday is Friday, April 9. Usually, Mom and Dad want to go do something, like go out to eat, etc. In a way, I don't really know that I'd want to go anywhere, but at the same time I would be totally grateful if they did want to go do something. There's just something about getting older that is losing its appeal to me. Sure, I'll only be 22, but I really don't want to get any older. I feel like I have accomplished virtually nothing this past 22 years, so I need to not get older and actually get something done.