So my first few weeks of work are behind me. I'm living the American dream. Not so much but I'm almost there. It really took a toll on me at first. I'd be a dead pile of mush by time I'd get out, and I technically got over time my first two weeks working. So that'll be nice. I'm flagging right along and I've passed non fiction, DVD's, and CD's. On top of working like a mad man, school is getting tight with exams popping up and assignments kicking my ass. I'm fully aware of the fact that I'm probably failing math and that I haven't learned crap in my government class. My English teacher is pumping out the paper assignments and my bio teacher is trying her best to keep my self esteem above the surface of the water. Johns been getting better at life, and working extra hard on the house it seems. I surprised him the other day by popping over unexpected and he seemed thrilled to have the extra company. I only stayed for maybe an hour or so but it seemed to lift his spirits. He admitted that he had wanted me to move in with him when the house was finished. He doesn't want to live in that big of a house by himself. "Who else would I have asked?" he kept saying. I said that I was moving out with Taylor and that there was basically no chance of me ever moving in with him. But if I had no other plans (like Taylor) I would have. I said that he'd have to stop the drugs and the beer parties though. I wouldn't want to live with that, and he actually said he'd would stop doing the drugs if that increases the chances, even a little.
I want to keep writing, but I gotta go to government and do homework while the teacher is talking. Also, I'm determined to get my bio paper finished by midnight. I'm relying on Taylor to get me the information I need first though. Totally understandable if he can't, but I need it to do the paper. I will win this war!
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