Catch Up

I’m going to transfer to another college near my mom so I can save money. I’ve been spending about $500 a month on rent and utilities. So, it’ll be nice to save that much when I live with her. I won’t be able to move until July when my lease is up though. I told Amanda I was going to move out and she said it was fine because she needed to get used to living on her own anyway. And I said, "Besides, it kind of feels like we don’t live together anyway since we’re always there at different times."

So I looked at what I needed to take at the college I’m transferring to to become a nurse, and I’m pleased to discover that I don’t have to take chemistry, whereas where I’m at now required me take like four chemistry classes. So, I’m stoked about that. I must admit that made me try less for my online chemistry class now.

Not much has been going on lately. I’m glad about that. It seemed for a while that crap was just going to keep coming. I gave Mike back all his shit, left it in his mailbox and whatnot. I only had to see him once to trade some of his stuff for my shirt. I should have asked for money, since he owes me, but I know that’s a lost cause.

I was thinking about writing a short story about the pregnancy and abortion. Or maybe about how much Heath was a player. Maybe. If I can think of it like a story, like with the abuse, maybe it’ll ease whatever anger I have. After I wrote my short story about the abuse, I looked at it more objectively. Like it was just a chapter that ended.