hobby:

Mocking For Your Health.
It seems mocking FYH is the new social fad, and we don't care. I'm normally against fads, but this one I am a full part of.
My involvement began on Thursday, when upon arriving at the dreaded educational institution, I saw a piece of paper saying FOR YOUR HEALTH, to which I facepalmed, and continued walking. I went inside the main building, and saw the same piece of paper stuck everywhere.
Cue Rage.

Oh, since then things have been fine.

Friday
Friday was the first of four days spent handing out resumes. Basically, I'm trying to find a job of 25+ hours, in order for me to leave school for the remainder of the year. Muth joined me for the day, leaving his car at my house, then walking with me into the city. We met up with Jono and Tom later, as with Hannah, Ella, Mickey, Chris, Debbie and Steph later. Resumes were handed out, and chilling was had. Oh, Nick came too, and then everyone left except for Debbie, Steph, Muth, Nick and I. We were standing outside the train station for quite some time, waiting for some of Muth's university friends, because they were spending all their hard earned money on alcohol at bars, and destroying their livers. Yay! Uh, I walked around with Debbie and Steph for a while afterwards, because Nick left, and Muth went to go drinking.
Saturday
Saturday was dandy.
Uh, I went to town and handed out more resumes. I saw Debbie and Steph in town, and Debbie and I went to the museum. The exhibit we saw, Before and After Science is now gone.
Sunday
More resumes. Yeah.
Oh, I saw Chris and Arlen.
And Megan for a bit.
Today
Nothing of interest happened, except more resumes.



PSYCHJUSTIN
Oh wow! I'm introducing a name for the emotional part of my blog, PSYCHJUSTIN. Basically, It's a name. It's still emotional, and now it's also hardcore.

As stated in my previous blog, things have been weird ever since I returned from that camping trip. Now I'm fixing things.
Ever since we returned, I avoided Steph, for no real reason at all. Sure, things were said, and they did hurt, but that didn't excuse me for how I was acting. Now, we're talking again, which is good. We've agreed that alcohol was a bad idea for the trip, and I stand by that.

These thoughts in my head probably will bring about my end. I'm thinking about things I want, and things I need. What I want and what I need are basically the same. Yeah, fuck.


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