Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love? Yesterday was my 17th birthday. It really was wonderful. I could not have asked for anything more. Granted, under better circumstances the night would have ended alot differently, but I had fun nonetheless. I adore some of my friends. Really, who else would be willing to drive me around all day, simply enjoying eachother's company? Thanks, Peter. Work has been good. I have close-to-perfected the snowball-making process. My boss is a barrel of laughs, and I am quite convinced that I could not be happier elsewhere. The Seniors return from their cruise this saturday. I am excited to see my Meryll and Brian again. Graduations begin on Friday. Peter is the first to go. I say that as if he is leaving us all behind. Choosing a separate life apart from the rest of us poor souls. Even though he is not yet gone, I miss him already. I have to start working on presents for everyone. I already know what I will be doing for my friends. It will just take some time. For now I will enjoy the simple distractions of my day, such as my guitar or Dillon, the avid snowball eater. Yes, that is what I shall call him. Gorgeous boy. Seniors '06. Here we come. Signing off, Map.