Today was interesting to say the least. Not much happened, but at the same time, it was almost too much. I don't like sitting there in class wondering if R ever looks my way, or if he ever thinks about me. I'm really tempted to ask him if he wants to hang out tonight if he doesn't have any other plans...I really think I'm going to. Another thing..P is so amazingly cute. I can't even begin to get over how attractive he is to me. It's almost unfair. I have decided that there are so many things I want to do with my life, because I don't think it would be fair to me if I don't do everything I have ever wanted. When a person thinks of something that would be cool or fun to do, why doesn't he do it? Why would he hold himself back? That is why I have decided to live for the day, instead of trying to make a plan for myself. To some, that would seem like I do things on a whim, and they would tell me that I'll regret it later. But that's them, not me. I am to the point in my life where I don't regret a thing I do because there is no point in regrets. Everything I have done in my past has led me to where I am today, and I am very happy with myself now. So, when I get the inclination to do something, however random, crazy, or impulsive it might seem, I am going to do it. When I'm on my deathbed, I want to be able to look back at my life and tell myself that it was worth it. I want to feel accomplished, and I want to feel like I have lived my life to the fullest. I want to experience everything that I've ever dreamed of. A wise person once said 'We must laugh at the odds, and live our lives so well that death will tremble to take us.' Has a truer statement ever been said? I think people take life way to seriously. Life is such a fragial thing, and it should never take backseat. Reality will continue to ruin the lives of the people who take life granted. People wake up every morning and go to work. Then they come home, eat supper, and go to bed. It's the same day in and day out. Why can't that be different? Why can't people think for themselfs and realize that they have dreams, and that going by routine every day isn't going to allow them to reach those dreams? If only society wasn't so brainwashed... p.s. I can't stop thinking about you, R. Give me a sign. Give me anything. Give me a reason to believe in you.