It's been a long kind of weekend.  The kind of punctuation you'd expect after one of those weeks.  I am ready to start a new week now, I think.  Summer is so close.  I talked to my godfather a couple days ago.  "Do you have my cell number?" He asked.  "Yes." I said.  "Okay," he said.  "If you get into any kind of trouble, if you need anything--call me."  "I will."  I told him.  I miss my dad.  I haven't heard from him in almost two weeks.  I miss my bike.  It hasn't been my week.  I ate an entire box of tic tacs today.
All I ever think about these days is how much I have to/want to study.  I hope that's not how I have a good time, now.  Would I rather go hang out with peeps or would I rather sit in and study? It is a difficult question to answer. Just a couple more days and then I can focus all my energy on the next greatest idea I've ever had: iconic detectives and sharks.
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I wish you a legitimate week!