Update:

I made it back to my house at 5:32pm

Literally just sat down on my bed to rethink my life.

Why the FUCK did I choose running?

Or...

Did the running life choose ME?

ILLUMINATI CONFIRMED.

I'll go drink some pumpkin spice bleach while I'm at it.

I gotta check when I posted my last update...

About an hour ago.

So I think I ran for about 40-45ish minutes straight.

Ew. I'm gonna check to see if I can find out how much milage it is.

So it's around 4 1/2 to 5ish miles.

I haven't even started on my homework.

I have an essay due tomorrow that I should've done over the weekend. I've only gotten half a page done. Crap.

How do I still even have good grades? My gpa is a 3.5 right now and I'm literally one of the worst students to exist.

My mom works at an elementary school, and she's been helping out at the book fair.

Afterwards, she went to Costco and bought some stuff.

When I get home, I see these awesome long sleeved running shorts on the table, and she's just like "Oh yeah, those are yours." In a super chill way.

When I'm eating, she gets SUPER excited and gives me an ERASER.

BUT WAIT.

It's literally in the shape of the word "FLEEK"

She was like "I got you this because you're the only person I've heard that says that word!"

My mom is hilarious. She was just like "Meh" about giving me two dri-fit expensive long sleeved running shirts, but gets SUPER HYPED about giving me an ERASER SHAPE IN THE WORD "FLEEK."

BOI.

Well, I guess I'll always be on fleek.

Mom goals. Lol.