I went to college and never learned a thing, but found what I wanted between my skin and my ribs.

Cysts are the worst thing ever. I didn't believe Whitey, and now I'm paying for it because Karma rules. I got it drained and an incision the other day, totally gross. Hopefully I don't need crazy surgery, but I need to "wait to see if flares-up again" before I know if I do. Rad!

So many papers/tests due, and I'd rather not care about it.

I would rather it be Spring, no school, and be skateboarding and playing guitar, drinking and laughing with good friends. May, you can't come soon enough.

I want to do a full band project. I'm getting kind of sick of myself. I just don't really know who I'd do that with, you know?!

Also on my list are:
learning wood-work things.
finishing knitting my scarf.
going to the 4 1/5 house more.
finding a job.
writing more poems instead of songs.
turning my cell phone back on. (I swear.)

Spring-Break is coming up soon.
Late.