I have to go to a city kinda far from where I live, and so this saturday, I have to get up around three in the morning! Aw, where's the love for my sleep on weekends anymore? And then three weeks later I have to go back to said city, and then a week later back again for some family things. Ugh. Plus, I'm attending the wedding of a friend in June, and I have to dress up for it, dressing fancy is not the strongest point for someone who has lived in the country most of their lives, and is used to wearing whatever they like (not that I'm unhappy about this occassion, quite the opposite). And then I still have a month and three weeks of school left, and big tests on the last day that will likely determine if I fail or pass my grade. I'm starting to wonder how bad dropping out could possibly make your life. If it's this much trouble, then nevermind.