  Things aren't so good, aren't so bad. I think I've not ruled out the academy entirely. It would be sweet, I give it that. Meg has to decide if she wants to move back to Michigan for her senior year or not, so she's kind of scattered. her decision is weighing really heavy on me too. I try to separate myself from it, but I can't..i just like her too damn much.
I think she's going to move, and if she does, i'm not going to feel differently, though things will inadvertantly change. This really sucks, and i feel like a bastard for thinking of myself more than her and how the fact that she has to make this decision absolutely sucks. Such a selfish bastard I am. It's like wes said, "You know what this whole thing is like? It's like you're on a plane that miraculously landed with only one wing, and then exploded just as it started taxying to the gate. " Well put, wes, well put.
It had me in stiches for a good while too, wes was on his A-game tonight...funniest.kid.alive. The new dave matthews band songs are amazing. They remind me of Lillywhite sessions so much, it's like the creative flow hasn't been interrupted. My favorite song so far is Sugar Will, even though it's the most underdeveloped, it has such a great melody and beat to it that I can't help but love it. I think I'll run tomorrow on 6 hours of sleep, I need to run, and pay better attention to nutrition than I did today. really, what the hell is wrong with me?
It's so simple, yet I cheated today. Oh well, I used my cheat day, looks like that's all I have for the week. My legs hurt, still feels like something is wrong inside my shins and knees, but I've run 7 miles on them already, so it can't be soo bad... Ugh, too much stress for summer, I'll try to keep it off my mind, but it just surfaces at nightime when nothing else is happening. I've prepared myself for the worst case scenario, cause that's what I expect. We'll see how I think/feel after she decides to move back. I might just be considering the academy that much more, stupid how that works.
I'd fly an F-18...or maybe a Cobra helicopter for the Marines. Speaking of which, it's home renovation time, which means that my dad has gone into psycho crazy mode about everything and I need to get out of the house. Fuck target, they pushed back the grand opening, I'm on the job hunt again. I just need another interview to ace. We need to ban prescription drug commercials on television. What purpose do they serve other than to convince the hypochondriacs of America that they need the latest boner pill?
I've had enough of them, really, I have. It's immoral that prescription drugs are advertised, it's the damn doctor's duty to prescribe, not television's. Stupid television. Yay for jazz, jazz jazz jazz. That's what I'll do tomorrow. Start teaching myself how not to suck at jazz.
Well, now i'm being a whiny little bitch, so that means it's time to go before I write anything more that's whiny. Bye bye. 
