Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight

"Looks like it's gonna be a great day today
To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway..."

Woke up at 6 this morning to finish my book report poster on Faulkner's As I Lay Dying. I think it looks pretty good considering it only took me about an hour to do.

I did 1 rep squat max's today, and got up to 245lbs. Though its far from what I'm capable of doing eventually; its something I have actually worked towards for the past two months. In lifting, you either make it or you don't, theres no bullshit, no "almosts," and its all you. Im trying to get up to 275 by new year's and maybe 325 by the end of the school year. One of my biggest shortcomings is my seemily inability to set and carry out goals, and for once, I think I actually might.

This is week two of being back on the Bupropion (Wellbutin). After a month or so without health insurance I'm finally on my step-mom's insurance plan. One of my to-do's this week is find a new med doc, because my attempt at being med free is causing my grades/relationships/motivation to kind of go down the shitter at neck-breaking speeds. Although I wish the Bupropion was enough to keep me straight, its not the case. New goal: Don't piss off my doctors.

"...Easy as Pi, three point one four
One more one false move and they're done for"