the diary of antoine roquentin

what I am going to be doing a year from now.

Right now, I have no time to write or paint. No time to do anything but my homework and more homework. I hate living like this.

Well, if I don’t get my student loan I’m going to probably have a lot of free time on my hands. I had some great ideas today on what I want the blog to look like, but didn’t have my tablet so I couldn’t mark them up.

I’m really disappointed in my dad. He is such an ineffectual loser, letting his mother die with no qualms about being 300 miles away. He has no emotions. I want to have a talk with him, but I have no idea what I’d say. I need to write him a letter. Someday when I have time.

Someday I’ll clean off my desk. Someday I’ll clean my room. Someday I’ll stop staying up until 2 a.m. (I have stopped, it’s now 3 a.m.). Someday I’ll finish my homework on time. Someday I’ll pay off my credit card. Someday I’ll get to work early.