How the fuck do people stick to budgets? It’s like the second a check lands in my hands it bursts into flame.

Yeahhhh! Watermelons are finally growing in the left garden c: excited. Too bad I won’t be here to see them grow. Still trying to decide my best move. I think I’m going to do a study at cedra starting the 22nd. Which means in a few days I’m San Antonio bound with my dogs for a week. Then I think I’m going to leave them there and do a study in Austin. The days I’m not in a study will be spent in a tent and camping until my aunt buys her new home. While i will technically be homeless, im excited to get back in touch with nature without the use of hallucinoginic mind altering substances. this is my chance to find the side of being a drug addict that i was mostly infatuated with, being happy living as simple as i can. I’ve been lazing around this house for the las almost 2 months watching t.v. and playing online. Ill be sure to write down my adventures old school on pen and paper and to log on here and there when i can and tell my tales. I’m ready for an adventure and to get moving around. It will be nice to move into my house with a fresh prespective on life and a new appreciation for things i unknowingly take for granted. Plus I fucking hate living with Josh’s parents.

Ok so there’s this fucking little baby fly that has been following me all day. I know it’s the same fly because he’s like half the size of any fly I’ve ever seen and has a red dot on his booty. I know I don’t stink because I even took a shower around 10 thinking he would finally leave me alone. It’s 6 p.m. And he’s managed to stay around me any time I’m down stairs. I even went to the pool to swim and tan and i came home and he’s sitting right here next to chillin on my hand and buzzing around my iPad. Like, I’m not your mom little fly, fok off then.