hey, i forgot a title!

woke up in my bed this morning not having ANY clue how i got here. interesting. it's not something i like doing at all, which i guess most people would say. but really, i hate it. i have a horrible memory, and alcohol never helps with that. mix in the fact that i like to know EVERYTHING always, and you have a mess of unnessiscary fear which would be me. also, i lost my cellphone. which wouldn't be so bad except i'm trying to move out, in a city away from those with money (aka my parents) so hopefully i can get the storage unit rented and pay for gas while still making it back home.

i also failed two classes this semester. the ONLY way i failed these classes is because of the fact i got fired. i know, that's extremely melodramatic, but it is. i did not turn in a final paper and did not present my final art critique. what an idiot. i singlehandedly fucked up my GPA in less than 15 days. i love life so much.