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Freedom is wonderful. I'm going to save most of my graduation money for concerts/clothing/college stuff. Summertime! Wonderful! I love life, even if it isn't perfect. I think I'm just happy to be here. Maybe that's just the graduation talking. I want a nice storm with a lot of lightning. I'd sit in my bed looking out the window at the sky. Even if my house is in the middle of the ghetto and you can see Glenwood from my house, I have such a nice view out my window. I can see the park and my neighbor's house is cute. My direct next door neighbor's yard is full of plants and greenery, so it's a nice view, also. I love to stare out my window at night when the little candle looking lamps are lit up in Mrs. Ramey's house and the clouds are passing over the moon. It's nice, especially when there aren't many cars. I can block those out, though. I went to Church today, St. Dom's. That is such a pretty place, it's the nicest Church around, even if the Mass doesn't have much music. I went to the Blackwater concert last night. I love classic rock, and they were great. The harmonies were beautiful. I was impressed, I knew they were really good, but damn...Maybe it's just because I haven't seen them in awhile. The guitarist is beautiful, even if he's hobo-ish looking. He should wear torn tweed jackets and jeans, just to complete the look. Or just shave...whichever route he'd like. I had Chinese food yesterday after graduation. It was delicious, absolutely delicious. Mmm, I had a caramel frappucino today. I forgot how good they were, lately when I've been going there, I've been trying new things, like the chai tea lattes. I wish I had some chocolate covered espresso beans. Wow, this is a long and rambly entry. And to think I just was going to update to post lyrics. I haven't stopped typing this whole time. I don't think...I forget. I hate when I accidentally start hitting random keys and things start happening I didn't want. Like yahoo starting up for no reason. Gah. Anyway...I lost my train of thought. Not that it was a very focused one. I was on a roll though...Ok, I can start writing again. My wanting to be in a band has become a need. I need to make music. I need to sing. I need to entertain. I need to use what I think is actually not sucky about myself to make other people happy. An I just like singing and jumping around. I've discovered a love of exercise. It keeps me occupied and sane. And I feel good after. It's wonderful. At first I was jsut doing it because I felt like I should, but after awhile, I grew fond of exercising. I don't feel as good on days that I can't exercise. Crazy. Ha, I have so much more time now. And I need a job. I want to work. I want to write, now, too. Dammit, why couldn't I have been like this the last quarter of school? Oh well, can't change it now. I'll just try to keep this mindset for college next year. I'm going to be a college student. Wow. I'll hang out in coffee shops, reading poetry books, because I can. I'll do all my homework, I'll actually study. I will. Actually, I'm going to try to make this a productive summer. Mayeb go to the library every once in awhile. Try to learn something. I say all this stuff, I jsut hope I can actually stick to it. There is something different about me. I don't know what it is, but I like it. I can deal with things. I'm not going to be a spaz anymore. No more spastic-ness. Shup, it's a word in my dictionary. Music makes me happy. I love when I have my playlist on random and a song absolutely *perfect* for my mood comes on. It doesn't happen too often, but when it does, it makes me want to jump around and sing and talk and converse and write and be productive. I'm going to clean my room. No, really. I am. My room is a fricking disgusting hole. No more! I'm going to wax my floor and everything. Maybe I'll organize. And do laundry. And hang stuff up! What a concept. I think there is a half inch of dust on my mirror. Why am I saying all this? I'm sure no one reading this cares. It just feels better to write stuff down. Well, type it out. I'm going to stop talking about myself as much. I hate being self absorbed all the time. Other people are more interesting than my stories. Ha, I wonder if anyone will read this? Probably not, but I don't mind. I feel so great right now, I don't care if other people read about random thoughts. It's not important. What is important right now is cleaning my room. So I'm going to do that. I love you all!
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