I've been having great nights lately. Well, I figure they seem so great in comparison with more recent/horrible nights.
Heather and I studied at the coffehouse today. Actually, we worked on our Stats test due this Friday. Actually, she worked on our Stats test. I just took care of business. By the way, I really appreciate all your help, Heather. And I enjoyed studying downtown. It was a nice evening.
I also verily appreciate compliments about anything, really. Wow, that was specific. Like my diary, for instance. And the layouts. Alicia made a point of letting me know my new layout inspired her (to make a kick ass new layout, by the way), which I found very flattering. It's good to hear.
I'm still considering a gold membership (if I can find some money somewhere), however I find it kind of a waste to pay for a few extra features, in which I could very easily survive without. I dunno. I'll think about it some more. I really need a job.
A job. I've been thinking about a job lately. Not just to support myself, but to use it where needed. I'm completely devoted to Steve, and I sort of have this bad feeling about the living situation he's in at the moment. He lives in a house with a few of his friends, a place where he's exposed frequently to alcohol, and for all I know, drugs. This isn't what bothers me, if he's happy there, then I'm happy. I'm just a little on edge because he's recently lost his job, yet still has to pay rent at his house. He's supposed to be getting a rather large check from some social security thingamajigger, but it hasn't come yet and there's some talk that his frequent absence in school has something to do with it. I'm just worried he may not have anywhere else to live, considering when he moved out of his Grandparent's house he had a hard time finding a place to live. I just wish though, that if he ended up not receiving this check, and needed my help financially, that I could be there. As of now, I can't. Hopefully I'll be helpful in the future, because I don't want his ass on a curb.
This has become more serious than I thought it would be. I guess I had a lot to say.