So today I admitted to my very Catholic mother that I am an agnostic, and proceeded to explain to her my views of a higher power and how I don’t believe that she and her beliefs are necessarily wrong, but that I don’t know what is or isn’t wrong and that I didn’t really care. Point being we got into this big religious discussion where I was accused of being an atheist and where I had to defend myself and what I believed. In the end I had to just let her read the wikipedia definition in Spanish for her to understand me. All in all I’m glad I let her know and that she more or less was cool with it once she got the whole idea. 

“All I know is that I know nothing.”-Socrates

And that’s the best way I can put it. 

Hey so this number has been crank calling and effectively scaring the shit out of my mother all day.

Yesterday, I had to work on a 5 page essay do this morning, and usually that isn’t a problem. I come home and spend all day doing an essay, but no, not yesterday; yesterday I had to go to work, and I didn’t come home until about 11pm. Then I stayed up till about 3am working on that motherfucking paper. 

I wake to get ready for school three hours later, and now this is what I look like as I am typing this.

I’ve come to the conclusion that my job wants me to drop out of school. I’M SO TIRED I CAN BARELY SEE.