So my old best friend from high school moved out of her parents’ house semi-recently… in with someone that she knows pretty well, at least from the sound of things, and her boyfriend is going to move in with them “when he turns eighteen”. She’s twenty-two years old and the same age as me… you guys do the math. He’s seventeen years old, still in high school and on his third year in a row as a freshman, intending to drop out as soon as he reaches the legal age to do so and she’s twenty-two… that’s like, all kinds of statutory rape right there. And all kinds of sad. And apparently she wants to shack up with someone who hasn’t even graduated from high school, has absolutely no intentions or inclinations of even wanting to do so and will more than likely never land a job paying more than the state-mandated minimum wage… that sure sounds like an appealing future. Wait, am I even spelling that correctly?

Next month, I have to meet up with that academic advisor, declare my major, ask some questions about when I take the Nursing Entrance Test and inquire about the maths portion of the ASSET. I don’t think I’ll have to sit for that last one since I already took some remedial courses, so… yeah. As much as I know I’ll need at least a little math for my major, it’s very annoying! I hate math.

Tomorrow is also Song Of The Week. Writing it down here so I don’t forget…