It's already April

Blogging lost it's appeal when I stopped feeling sad. So here I am, just feeling regular...not especially elated, but not weepy either. But as a result, I don't have much to say that isn't already said on the phone, via email, on myspace, or on my family blog. There's only so much time you can spend on the information highway. Yeah, I said it. Information highway. What?

So it's looking likely that I'll be at another job next school. But who knows where? On the flip side, I can't seem to get a summer job. I haven't spend a summer without working since I was 16. 10 or 11, if you count babysitting. What will I do with myself, you ask? Oh, go to San Diego, maybe Missouri, Nashville, Chicago...wherever I can afford to fly. I'll exercise, sleep in, catch up with friends. I'll tutor B so that'll bring in extra cash. Maybe I'll get child support by then? Logan and I will cavort and what-not. I actually wish they wouldn't call emfor a summer job, but I know I need it. So I won't cry if I don't get one. But I won't have any extra money either. Fuck it.

Still no men. Will I be single forever? It feels that way sometimes. I try not to think about it. Come what may, right? Waterloo's pretty much out of the picture...he'll probably call once in a while. El Toxico calls once in a while, too, to share some chisme or ask a professioanly question. I could take it or leave it.

One more month of school...