March 31, 2007

• Tonight there is a full moon.

  
  

  I am tired. I'm over my bad mood for the night but most of all, I'm over him. I'm glad. Now, I'm on stuck on someone else. My "type" has changed. I have even more. I'm in love with music again. Any photographic inspiration has been lost, forgotten or stolen. I think I'm an OK big sister. I dislike traffic. Summer of '08 in Spain.  I'm almost eighteen. I like school, but I'm not very challenged right now. I am not as smart as I've always thought. I dislike the people that can tell that. I'm okay with being a liar. Anyone want to date a liar?  There is still hope for me to become an astronaut. I need to take the SAT's again. I need a tutor. I try to drink decaf. I'll never  be able find God. I have really been trying. I love my parents, no matter what mood I'm in. Today my hair stayed nicely. Mike isn't a dick anymore. I will never be able to be punctual. Lover's Spit is my anthem. I was able to type the last couple of sentences without looking but, not without errors. I can't believe I still use Xanga.  Chances are that I won't be accepted to UF. Eighteen will be no different than seventeen is so far. I don't understand my need  to stay awake until sunrise doing nothing. I have saved up about five thousand. I am spoiled. Very. Xanga better be around when I'm a senior citizen. I have two jobs. CVS and Patchington. I'm thinking that I just don't know. I must be talking to someone to avoid feeling like I sometimes do. I wish you were proud of me. These words will mean something someday. I hope.

  
  

  Goodnight moon.

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