Sixty; how.. Cool.

So I went to the doctor's on Friday.
Nothing came up in the ultrasounds other than I have a hemorrhaged cyst on my ovary. They aren't too worried about it, but in three months I have to go for another ultrasound to make sure all is well.

The doctor also said I could be bipolar, which would explain my ups and downs. BUT I'm apparently not reckless enough. I'm too cautious. Well.. Alrighty then. I think it might be right though.

So Vanessa and I signed up for some volunteer work. We shall be taking pictures of people doing anything to do with literacy, reading, writing, a cashier on her till, anything. We will be doing 5 hours of service so we get that done for our volunteer hours to graduate. But then after that we are getting 15$ an hour for how ever many hours we put in after the five. Cool.

I had a London fog for the first time today. It burnt my tongue but was pretty yummy. I was pleasantly surprised.

So I'm not doing as well as I had been a few days ago. I was practically on cloud nine, crashed, and now I'm a little above where I was. I can go to school and not think about how useless and what a waste of space I am. Which is cool. Not wanting to die is nice.

Psych - still no credits.
English - summer school here I come! The one course I never expected to have to take through summer school..
Socials - lets hope I do well enough that I don't fail.
Photography - little behind, but I'll catch up!

Right, so, that's that.
Updates done.