another letter to myself.

charlz,
smoking is bad for you. it stinks. don't do it. and cheating just a little bit only makes it worse.
love,
charlz

in other news

so, my love is going to be here in 4 days! four! woohoo!!
this week might very well suck ass. i have an exam tomorrow in psych, along with all my math homework due, a sociology exam and my stupid final psych project due on thursday... wednesday will be studying and i need to get some cleaning done. specifically laundry and my bedroom, which has remained a mess since i started working (except for the weekend that grover sbastian was here). i'm really excited, because next week is finals. i only actually have one final to take, and my sociology book report due on tuesday. and an oral presentation on my Psychology of Self project for extra credit - what a waste of time. oi. and then, i have the rest of the week to be with grover. until working on the weekend, but shoo, we have 3 whole days!
and then, i'm going to stain the porch, take my SATs, work some extra shifts, and put myself on a train with as much of my crap as i can ship, and be off.
moving right along.