I can’t get away from this song.

Over and over again, on repeat: “Soon enough, it will all be over, ‘cause tomorrow is today.”

I would be lying if I said that living with sister’s BF wasn’t taking its toll. Honestly, it is hard to tell which is harder to cope with. Sister leaving, or having to deal with her boyfriend.

I was writing a poem yesterday, but I realized it was just this Billy Joel song again.

“People tell me life is sweeter,
but I don’t hear what they say.
Nothing comes to change my life,
so tomorrow is today.”

Compared to mine:

“I believe in tomorrow
because today wasn’t very good.
They all say that it gets better,
I just wish it would.”

Nothing in humanity is original.

But back to sister’s BF. It’s a lot like living with a self-entitled, condescending 12 year old. A lazy, self-entitled, condescending 12 year old. Who often goes on rants about how we should just taser homeless people. And talks about the “shit-hawk crazy Catholics” and the “Crazy-ass Muslims.” I guess if you’re not a Presbyterian like him, then you’re just an ignorant fool. Me, I’m solidly agnostic.

And he has an opinion on everything, and seems to think that I know nothing, despite being more educated than him. In pretty much everything, really. I’ve had schooling in anthropology, biology, chemistry, history, library science, mathematics, and psychology. And those are the ones I’ve had more than one class in. I have degrees in two of them, and half a degree in two of them. He’s been struggling along to get his history degree since 2006. So do NOT act like I’m some stupid idiot girl who needs you to explain World War II. I get it, thanks.

My sister told my mom that I want to be a vet. My mom said, “oh, that’s nice, but she’ll probably change her mind again.” I don’t think she really cares as long as I don’t ask for money.

I was accepted to community college.

“I’m afraid to go to sleep, ‘cause tomorrow is today.”

He hit the nail on the head with that one. The horror of waking up for another day like today.

I watched “The Basketball Diaries” last night. It was good, but I don’t think I’m ever going to watch it again. It made me glad that, for everything else wrong with me, I’m not a drug addict. Of course, if I had some easy way to access drugs, that would be a different story. The only thing I could easily get is pot, and that’s not my cup of tea. Coke, maybe, if I had more money. Maybe speed. Although adderall is popular on college campuses.

I’d just like to feel not-shitty for once.

“I don’t have to see tomorrow, ‘cause I saw it yesterday.”

Soon enough, it will all be over.