I woke up this morning to find I ended up with an A in G3nder in the W0rkplace. Yes, Dr. DeLa@t rewarded me for my inveterate procrastination, as I say, once again. I'm not exceptionally proud of my final paper or my work in the course as a whole, but I did it, it's done, and another semester is before me to do better. Finally, I will do better.

This was going to be the week I got my tattoo. Last Friday Lani and I checked out a couple places in Canton, and though we were unimpressed and not just a little disturbed by them, it really psyched us up for the actual event at the actual place. Plans were made for Thursday at an awesome place in Columbus; I was getting all these ideas I wanted to talk over with my artist. But financially... I just cannot justify it.

As I told Lani: i'm going to be responsible for once. though my dad has given me his blessing ('i would not get one. i would not be a vegetarian. i'm not you. you're you.') and i can technically afford it right now, i know in a couple months i'm going to have to ask him for money. and that will make me feel more guilty than i can probably express, to ask him for money when i made an extravagant purchase on something he doesn't really approve of anyway. it would be tantamount to him paying for my tattoo. i don't think i should buy anything so expensive until i can afford everything i want on my own.

So yeah, not this week, which kind of depresses me, but on the other hand makes me feel some variation of proud, because it is the right thing to do, considering how many holes my dad has dug me out of over the last year.

I am officially unemployed! I cannot tell you how good this feels, though many of you who have just finished a summer job to return to college know exactly what I mean. I have no right to complain: it was probably the best work experience I've had to date. But you know me. Work=work. It's too much real life for me.

So I have this entire week off. Today I need to clean my room and car like crazy. Later today I'm spending the night at Janice's, and tomorrow helping her move into and decorate her classroom. Wednesday 'tang has a doctor's appointment, followed by a whole day of packing, packing, packing. Thursday is Columbus with Lani, which will rock, ink or not. Friday, probably 6 Flags with my family and then... Saturday! move in day.

Things are going to be crazy right away - I need to get at least five signatures on my add/drop slip, independent study form, and other various works of paper on the first Monday. Spring semester of my freshman year, all I had to do was drop one class, and the running around made me swear to myself I would always have my schedule set before returning to campus. Well, two years later and what have I learned? Maybe I'll consider this a scavenger hunt of sorts.

And then right into the two jobs/seven classes honors house craziness swing of things. I need to hold myself to a regimented schedule. If I actually get some work done on weekends and afternoons, I should be fine. I should actually be less overloaded and have more guilt-free free time than before, even though I'm attempting a lot more work than I ever have. It's just making use of the hours. It's just a matter of doing it.

A matter of not spending 20 hours a day on diaryland, see ya later, bye.