“if only you could see”

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I remember the good ole' days. I used to have a job, and money was never a problem. Now it just seems that there isn't enough. Not enough to pay the bills, not enough for all of my math club tournaments and and other school related things (actually, there probably is, but it's a lot at one time).

50$ deposit for state convention
15?$ for LSU tournament
~300$ for my class ring
30$ for a concert
...and this probably won't be the end of it.

I should probably stop whining and get a job. But if I get a job, I might not get the days of needed to go to all of these things....I suppose it'll have to wait 'till summer.

In other news.....I'm doing really good in Chemistry right now! I'm picking up what probably was a low C to a high B (87!). I'm really proud of myself, considering the amount of people that had a probably with this past lesson/test/quizzes. I find myself really understanding, and it's just really nice to see some 100s. ((:

Today, I went with my mom to her apartment. It's nice. They don't have anything in it yet because they don't have the money. In fact, it's my mom and her partner's apartment. He seems like a nice man. But, what bothers me is the fact that she lied. "Are you still with that same guy," I remember myself asking. She said no. I found his security card for work, and asked her who she was. "Oh...he's a friend, I don't know." I just don't know why she lied about those things.....I'm OKAY. I'm more worried about her, than myself. The apartment is fairly expensive. I'm not even sure if she can pay her half with her paycheck. If she's happy with him, then I guess it's okay. Who knows what will happen next. I sure don't.

He has a little boy, he's really precious. I didn't meet the little boy, I just saw a frame he'd decorated with Nascar stuff (a Dale Earnhart fan..). I'm not really a Nascar fan, but it was nicely arranged. It was a kitchen, two rooms, and two bathrooms I believe. The apartment complex has a really nice pool, a business area, and an athletic area.

I don't know how to send off this post, so I'll just provide this lovely quote by my girl Emily.

"Forever is composed of nows."
~Emily Dickinson