Life and what I'm going to do about it

And remember, you can fix most mistakes you make down the road. People will forgive you, you can go back to school, you can work extra hours to pay off your debts. If you fuck up, it can be fixed with hard work and determination, no matter how unpleasant apologizing or working extra hard may be.

...Just don't about being an idiot and getting yourself killed. Lay off hard drugs and booze, don't speed and treat your body well. You'll feel better for it. That doesn't mean you can't have a steak and a bong chop here and there, but the improvement you feel when you're healthy is amazing, and most people don't even know.

 

Alright, well, it appears as though plans have changed. My dad and I had a talk, and he thinks it's better for me to stay here and just get an apartment with someone for a few months. I was accepted to Appalachian for the spring, and I'm going to apply at UNC Asheville just to keep my options open.

Honestly, this is the last thing I wanted to do. My dad is going to check in on a possible job for me (the job I'm at now is a dead-end nightmare), something that would keep me busy 40 hours a week, but leave weekends open. He told me I should just use weekends to visit friends in neighboring cities and travelling.

I didn't want to go into a new college halfway through the year (which is exactly what I did last time), but in the end, it's still a lot better than being here. I doubt I'll be going to school here, although I may take a class on Photoshop (which wouldn't impact my credits in the slightest; it's just something to do). It also gives me an excuse to get a legitimate copy of it...

One issue may lie in insurance, since I don't think I qualify for my parents insurance if I'm not a full-time student. My scholarship ($1,000; 500 per semester) is also up in the air, although I could probably use that for whatever class I decide to take during the fall.

What it comes down to is me being tired of living here. My family moved here when I was around 2, and sometimes I wish we would've stayed where we were. Almost everyone I've met in this place has worn on my last nerve.

I think I'd just feel more comfortable in the mountains. Hopefully the next four months will go smoothly, because the last three sure as hell haven't. I hate to come off like an overly-emotional teenager, but this shit is stressing me out. Thanks for reading/caring (if it applies ).

PS: for those of you concerned about my drug use; it's pretty hard to find even pot nowadays. Most of the people I bought from have been busted, and one of my friends had his house raided by the FBI. All I have left in my personal stash are three percocets, a 10mg zolpidem (generic Ambien; I'm saving this because it used to be my favorite), and a half-fifth of rum. I did see cocaine for the second time in my life the other night, so maybe I'm just not talking to the right people . Again; I'm not going overboard. If I wanted to go off the deep end then it would take a lot more than this to bring me down.