Lollipops Turned to Cigarettes

Well. Today is Day 1 of the worst week of summer, so I mine as well start blogging about it now.
So I work Monday through Thurday (again), but at least two of the days start at 8am and not 6. The really sad part is that half of us have left for the Mission Experience thing, and the other two most likely have much better plans for the week that don't involve Evan. Summer has really started to suck in the last 2 weeks.
To make things even better, August 7th has gone completely down the drain. The slip and slide got moved to Sunday, which makes it not as fun, and that whole weekend that was supposed to be dedicated to celebrating a 21st birthday is going to be just another weekend now. Awesome.
All I really want to do now is fit in one last photoshoot with all of us (no homo). After that, I don't see anything getting in the way between me and Austin (the city, not the person).
For as much financial debt I am going to be in during the course of the next 10 months, I do think its worth it to just be on my own again for a while. And I am going to be in a shitton of debt. I can't wait. Speaking of this, if one of you Toppers believe that you're going to end the year with almost $300 to spare in your meal plan (I know I did last year), feel free to donate to the "Help Evan and Sam and Jordan and Jacob eat, but mainly just Evan" charity fund. If you expect some sort of return out of this, Sam has a reward that is inappropriate for this blog. But its still a reward. Don't forget that.
I think I've figured another part of me out. I live in two completely different worlds. Everytime I switch to one place, I begin to miss the other place extremely. Its a shit life.
On the plus side, the drive and/or flight to Austin shouldn't be bad. I only have a bag of clothes and a small TV to bring. Everything else...beds, drawers, tables, chairs, my thinking cap...is already down there. Good deal.
Um. There's a full moon shining in through my window right now. I kind of want to go outside and look at it. But I hate going outside my house at night, alone. I think I've mentioned that. Oh shit. My mom just told me to put the windows up in my car. Which is outside. Fuck me.
(Goes out and puts the windows down.)
God that was scary. I only left my windows down because I thought I would be using my car again tonight. But clearly, I forgot that I don't have a life anymore.
My haircut turned out well! I look like I'm from the 90's. I'm just gonna start telling people that that's what I was going for. Hopefully I won't need another one until I get back here.
Um. The title. The other day, George sent me one of those forwarded messages that I (usually) hate. But this one was about growing up. I don't remember a lot of it, since I deleted it like the idiot I am, but I thought this line was cool. So there's no need to google it, David.
Ok. I'm not going to bed, but I need to not look at a computer for a little bit. Expect my company again soon.