Yesterday, while sitting  in Fras's office for a sectional, we hit a quiet moment where there was no sound. Then I realized that although there are many reasons I'm glad I'm not longer in high school, there is one that I am thankful for the most. There are none of those annoying electronic class bells. Now if that isn't wonderful, I don't know what is.

And with seven words

 BOOM.

 I'm alone. Alone and strangely sad. I'm no longer confident that "my time" will come. And if it doesn't, what shall I do?

                                                                                                                           The air bites
                                                                   Leaving a noticable mark by way of red nose and freezing toes
                                         And still I stand around, loathe to see another night fall

Another day pass
                                                                                              That reminds me I too am growing old

   I   have seen many of these seasons, shall see many more

                                         The scent of burning wood fires
Won't change
                                             But I will. I am. I have.

                                                           Days fly with alarming speed, as they do when you grow up

                                    Gone are the days where the sun was up forever

                         And slowly you observed the meshing of crayon wax in the unforgiving sun
                                                                                                       Just as time is unforgiving

           Now there is no time, and as it grows increasingly short,

                                           So do dreams of barely possible imaginings fade
                                                                                                  Leaving just the hurried days that lead into another night day night day
                                                                    And the sleep that you never got enough of as years progressed

                   Claims the sad life that you were to busy getting through to live

                                           Despite this, night has fallen again
                                                                               And I crawl into the car with its blasting heaters

   Upstairs into pajamas bed

                                             Knowing that morning will come again, all too soon.

Movie was awesome. Really funny. And then in the lobby afterwards, I see Alessandra, who attacked me by the way, and introduced me to her boyfriend Christian. It was really good to see her again. Tomorrow she is going to Lorianna's baby shower- girl. Wow.... I can't even contemplate having children.... I'm just way too young. That said, I think I shall go to bed. Soon.

Damn. I just endured a six -count 'em- six hour clinic with Vijay Singh. It was great, but I was on my feet the whole time, and I just got home. I'm pooped. Plus, I'm seeing a movie, the Incredibles, with my friends this evening and I need sleep. Other than that though, dang. My feet are really killing me. It's freaking cold in here. And with that, I'm going to go pee. Peace.

I VOTED. And I feel amazing. I'm watching the election results on MSNBC as we speak, and attempting to do my homework. Whatever. I'm surprised this is holding my attention. And Kerry, thank God, is pulling up close to Bush. With any luck, we may win this.

Democratic bitch out.

Just climbed to the top of the wall at Western. My fingers are swollen, I'm developing blisters, and I couldn't be happier. Or sweatier. This is awesome. I'm going to go and have a dance party, maybe. Or something. And out, yo.

OKAY. GREYHOUND WEBSITE SUCKS. KEEPS SAYING I NEED TO RETYPE MY ADDRESS SO IT MATCHES MY BILLING STATEMENT SO THAT THEY CAN  VERIFY IT. BUT IT WON'T VERIFY IT NO MATTER WHAT I DO. SO NOW I DON'T KNOW HOW I'M GETTING TO BELLINGHAM AND IT SUCKS BIG ASS. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH.

Okay, so despite the fact that our rhythm section couldn't keep the freaking time, our performance went amazingly well. And my lyrical and scat solos kicked ass, if I do say so myself. I wasn't even all that nervous, so I really was surprised. I looked hot... although it was a challenge trying to walk in three inch stilettos, but I did it. I'm so wound up... this is going to be an amazing year. But, bed calls, even though I'm skipping math. Maybe. Anyway, night everyone.

I have taken on a healthier diet these two weeks. Apples for breakfast, carrots and other vegetables for snack, and salads for dinner. I believe people weren't meant to eat this stuff to be healthy. My body doesn't like it, and it does nothing to ward off hunger. It sucks, and yet I still do it. And at this point, I'd so almost anything for some hashbrowns... food. Whatever. I don't want to be "plus-sized" anymore.