I haven't had much to write about lately. In school we're prepping for the finals. At home we're avoiding studying.
I've made up my mind about college. I'll go to West Valley for two years, and then transfer to UCSD. That way, I can use the money that would've gone to paying for university to travel during my student summers.

I don't know what I want to do with the rest of my life, but I imagine I'll know that when I get there. This isn't the ideal plan, it isn't what I want to do, but it's realistic. With the GPA I have, there's no way I can get into UCSD. So I'd have to transfer anyway.

But it doesn't make the bitter pill any easier to swallow. The knowledge that I could go to that school if only I had applied myself, and hadn't got used to my totally horrible studying habits - that knowledge hurts, worse than any physical wound.

But it's okay. There are worse things.

I could be in the morgue, or, even worse, so obsessed with death that I forget to live.

There are worse things, worse people to be.

I'll get over it.