12:30 Early Sunday Morning   Baby Skeletons HA, i have plans for tuesday. Going shopping with Chris because he needs a new warddrobe (and I am SO fashionable). Hyun Woo called me 3 times To(yester)day. Ugh. But I am going to make an effort not to gossip about him. I try to be nice but it'd be cool if he didn't call me because I'm not very exciting and I get sick of being begged to go to his house. Otherwise today was boring until i got on tonight and talked to Chris about shopping on Tuesday (it's so great having plans and going out with friends), and Zeb is also on to talk to, yay! So this is my meaningless Life. Hello, January. Good to see you again. I'll be living in you for the next 30 days (i hope you spent some time yesterday to get to know me). Let's make it work, okay? I wish I was a genius. I told my mum that and she asked me what I would do if I was. I said I'd save the world. Or take over it. Or both. I want to save the world. I wish people could get along. I wish I could trust everyone. It's sad to see people stuck in dead-end jobs they hate and can't get out and go back to college because they don't have the money and their kids need all the income pouring in, there's no savings account just living on a paycheck-to-paycheck basis. I pray i don't turn out like that. It's sad to see people so worried what everyone else thinks of them that they don't try in school and they spend what little money they have on the trendiest things at hot topic or american eagle or abercrombie, so that they can be looked up to. Because, you know, material possessions are everything. You know, I used to think those people didn't actually exist, that they were just over-used, cliché stereotypes invented in high school movies, but I know people like that. It's real. It's sad. Then those people end up in dead-end jobs. It's like a never-ending cycle. If I get married, I'll wait at least 5 years before having a kid, if I plan someday to have kids at all. I don't know. I just don't want to end up in a bitter divorce because I married someone for the wrong reasons and end up in a dead-end job and worry about what the world thinks of me. Life was meant to be lived. So Here We Go, diary. Let's Live This Thing.