it's so weird how life changes. yesterday i realized i hadn't talked to my li'l sister in almost 2 months. and that i will see my fam for like...2 weeks (where we'll all be extremely busy) before i move again. seriously move again. like- all my shiz in boxes and a u-haul (or minivan, wutev) and am gone. and i wont see them again until christmas. its kind of sad how that happens.
how did i become so old that i see my family once or twice a year? oh man...
of course, its not so far now bc i can call them whenev what with living in america...
and i have to get a job. its not that im anti-work. i dont mind working. seriously. i dont. its the whole...structuredness i dont like. the schedule thing. the having to go and request time off and not being able to just get of whenev. so i need to write a book. will do that right now. then i can make a bunch of dollars and i wont have to work. good plan. jeez.
the end.