We’ve only got 86 400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or throw it all away.

I need to get back on track. No more failing, no more being a wuss, no more bad habits, and no more wasting money.

So, when I get a few moments, I'm going to lay out some goals for myself, and I'm going to make a sorta schedule for myself. I'm not the kind of person who can live by a set routine everyday, but I mean, I need to set aside hours for studying, hours for socializing, hours for creativity, etc. Gotta jump back on the life train.

On another note, I had a great reading week/March break. God, I miss everyone so much. I almost really don't want to go back to London yet. I just feel so at home with these people. It's feelings like that that make me wonder if I ever will be able to make that giant leap into moving far away. I mean I know I can do it, but it's more difficult when you're leaving the greatest friends you've ever known. To want and to be wanted is both a beautiful and a miserable thing. I miss the old days, I love the present days, and I look forward to the future days. I miss old Junior boy. I still love one person. Shit happens. Megan Goetz makes great food.

Love love love.