Sometimes I wonder
if I this is what I  really want to do.
Or if I'm really meant to do this.

Then I sit back and I say it out loud,
"Dr. Cuevas".
And I really like how that sounds.

Back to bio and chem.

Bad luck?

I don't know what all this is supposed to mean.
I just know that everyother day I feel like dying.
This is too much for me to handle on my own.

And apparently, I keep fucking up with everyone.
Good job, Mel! Next week, you'll end up with no friends.

Operation Birthday at the Lake = Success.
She was happy, and a little relaxed.
The food we cooked was amazing,
and the water felt great.
I'm glad I was able to make her day better.

Full time.
It will be ten times better now that Jen is there.
I just hope that she works mornings, not nights.
Working together is a definite plus, especially
now that she's moving in August,
I know we'll be spending more time together.

Last week:
-Bike riding
-Movie night
-Molly's Party/Hookah bar
-Running
-Swimming
-Working

This week looks promising too.
Yay for summer and having so much to do with not enough money!!!!