So Kal's an IMMATURE PRICK who stole my password and changed it and now I change ANYTHING back to normal. Fucker.

AND IT WAS REAL GODDAMN NICE OF YOU TO TELL PEOPLE TO COME TO MY HOUSE AT TWO IN THE MORNING.

                  Asshole.

I'll get a new site and then just get touch with you guys..

Not too much going on...
                   just been feeling down, probably because of this thousand pound weight of stress and uncertainity on my shoulders.

I'll leave my fate to karma, for the time being.

I've been working on writing a lot of essays, stories and poems for scholarship money. I love how the high school guidance counselors tell me not to worry about getting scholarships until I have a college acceptance, when I was able to find, all on my own, tons of writing contests to win scholarship money. I'm hoping to win a few hundred here and there, and even that's wishful thinking, but it's worth attempting. I'd rather not win any money than forfeit the opporutiny and never even try.

First day back to school. Today was a joke. I didn't miss the rules, the over-crowded halls, the pressure, the work or the classes--at all. I miss my late nights, sleeping in, and free time. I miss being stress-free. I miss not having to worry about not looking like Medussa. I miss staying in my pajamas all day. I miss freedom.

An army corps recruiter called me tonight. He practically harassed me into agreeing to meet him tomorrow at 11:30 during school tomorrow. This should be... interesting? Seeing as, I completely despise the political state our government is in and joining the army, or navy, or air force, or whatever!! is completely against my nature. This guy's in for a doosy.

One good thing about today, though, was getting assigned to an 'in-depth' article tag-team with Meghan Hoffa. That's a grand girl, right there.

"You're gonna be upset if I marry the wrong guy."
"No, you're the one who will have to suck his dick every night for the rest of your life, not me."
                                   Good times.

Happy New Years'
              Yeah, yeah.. I'm over it and sick of it, too.

Okay, so I have the drive, but I don't have the direction. I've got a million things I want to do, but none of them seem to get done. I kept telling myself I'll do it tomorrow, today, now... and it never happens, or I get sidetracked with something else, or I get halfway through the project, come to a roadblock that I spend longer time than I wish to get past it and walk away from the project thinking I'll come back to it later-- but I never do.

Maybe I'll try the STING method?
     S = Select just one thing to do.
     T = Time yourself; allow yourself only a certain amount of time to complete/work on the project.
      I = Ignore everything else. Everything.
     N = No breaks.
     G = Give yourself a reward... after your time is up.

I've had the house alllllll to myself allllllllll day. Do you know how great of a luxury that is to me?! I'm in heaven. I woke up around 12-ish, did some cleaning and then Jared came over for awhile. We watched, well attempted to watch, 8 millimeter with Nicholas Cage. [Everyone has a movie star to obsess over and he's my guy..] It was... a good... movie? He left around 5-ish incase the parentals would come back early, but what do you know, they call around 9-ish to tell me they wont be home till after midnight. Thanks, mom. All that time I was bored, and will continue to be bored, over nothing? Oh, well... I have peace, finally.. and that is grand.

"...and she was gone, laying in the arms of the little girl who grieved for the angel she didn't know and for the people who had let the angel fall.." 

I met a very interesting and dear lady over the weekend. She moved me, unlike any other person has and I will be forever in her debt. She opened my eyes and gave me a whole new perspective on everything. I'll never forget her.