give me a man like James Dean. I won't complain anymore.

I cannot fall asleep to save my life. I freaking out about going to school tomorrow.

just. AGH. School sucks. It's true. I wake up at 5 a.m. just to go sit in a freezing cold room and sit in a small plastic chair where I will learn information that I will probably forget by next semester; and I'm supposed to enjoy this? This is the highlight of my life? HIGH SCHOOL?

ha. I refuse.

It's already the 3rd week and I want to hurl just thinking about school.

I have to admit, the past few weeks have been better than the first few months of freshman and sophomore year combined. I have more friends and I feel much more comfortable. I've met people who I click with.

But you know. The military. It's all about to change.

Ol' step dad is going to have a change in command soon. Where will we go? hmmm...I'll go just about anywhere to get away from here.

I want some definite plans. I want something that I can really hold on to. And I want to know what city I'll be in by January.

But, with all of this said, I am very fortunate. When I used to live in DC I felt as if all of my friends had it better than me. I had a 6-month old brother and my mom couldn't drive me everywhere I wanted to go. I had to actually help out around my house. And my middle school self would complain and bitch and moan.

Then, I get here.

And I have friends who are dirt-poor and have strange family situations. I know my family situation can be gross sometimes, but I am so extremely fortunate. I mean, my family does everything for me. Everything they can. Right now I am sitting in a air-conditioned house, typing on my nice computer, with a stomach full of food. So much of the population doesn't have ANY OF THAT.

I shouldn't complain when there are so many that don't have the things that I was just born with.

I'm still not tired.

ok. night.