I had time to kill, it's dead and buried

So today should be pretty simple. We're having a party in my Newspaper Production class to celebrate our teacher's last day, she is super pregnant.

Fourth hour I will do nothing like always and then after enduring fifth hour I will be heading into Lansing to meet up with my dad for some food and conversation.

I don't see him too often so I'm trying to make some time for him; maybe that way he'll feel slightly included in Prom. He's always moving from a rented room to a studio apartment to just living out of his van, so he's kind of in his own corner of the universe. But he's still my dad, so I try to go hang out with him at least once a week.

Oh, by the way, a couple of updates.

My brother left for his 90 day inpatient rehab on thursday morning. We'll see how long he lasts. I know for a fact he was loaded all week before he left, but I guess if he wants to put himself through withdrawl in rehab that's his business.

Second, I finally cleaned out my hole of a room last night and found $100 that I forgot I even had! Hello prom fund.

I also found my CMU scholarship papers, my camera charger, Mel's memory card, and all the shirts I've been looking for. It was all in the abyss of one laundry basket... weird.

So today has a really good vibe. Everything is figured out, and I feel very chill. Chill..and hungry.

Someone make me some french toast.