5:30 am.

I found a notebook at my dad's house. I wrote a story, about 4 years ago, about Justin's death in a fictional manner. It's funny, in a way that I should come across it. I began writing about what happens after you die.
Basically you forget everything.

I guess that could make sense.

I actually wouldn't mind revisiting the story because I left it at a cliffhanger.

It's taking me forever to do the album cover. The resolution's very high for printing purposes, but it also takes more time to color and draw on the computer because of the larger area I have to care about and I want to keep my lines neat.

I really am hating the collage elements, but I gotta do what the man says. I have to work with them more is all, I suppose.

I also guess I am sort of quitting smoking. I've had 1 cigarette that I bummed off of Jess in the past 4 or 5 days (I can't keep track). Financially it's good. I'll probably end up smoking during the school year, or at parties or something, but for now I suppose I'm gonna call it quits (to this extent). I can't make promises to myself though.

I probably wouldn't stop, but I just don't feel like spending the money on a pack anymore.

And now I have a kitchen, I can save more money and can actually try and eat healthier.
Hot damn, if only I stopped playing as many video games and exercised more!
Ah, well. I can make the excuse that it's a part of my job description to exercise, I suppose.

My sister's going to Maine.
I wish I could go.

Okay, primary objective since I am probably going to save more money over the next month:
Save enough money for some kind of road trip for August's last hurrah.

And find someone who's willing to come along.

Any takers?