Hello my fellow diary people. According to my dearest brother Keith, someone finds me amusing in my writings. Good for them. Maybe its just the writer in me doing its damndest to lighten the mood. I'm not normally as hyper as I seem to be when I write. Meh. It doesnt' really matter in the end. Let me sum up recent events for you. Keith left for the Army. I miss him. Kristy is sorry for breaking his heart. I feel bad for both of them because they're both hurting. As for me...I'm starting my senior year. Yay. I don't know what college I'm going to go to or anything else so booyah for me. I want to get out of this damned town so fucking bad. This place is slowly killing my sense of self. There's nothing here for me. I don't mind living in a small town; well not really anyway. I mostly sit at home and write and what not...but I've been mostly working this summer. Meh again. I need to get out of this area. The people are terrible. They're so racist, homophobic, democratic, and anti God it breaks my heart. When your own pastor tells you he wants you to go away for college, you know you're in a bad fucking area. I'm glad for meeting people like Chrissy and Keara, but other than that there is nothing here I truly treasure. Sure, theres trees, but thats about it. I'm so fucking tired of living here. I can't wait to leave. Maybe I should just pick Northern? At this point, it does look like thats where I'm going. To the UP. Away from all of these damned hypocrites. Tomorrow is the first day of school. Joy. Well...I can't say its all bad. I'm kinda looking forward to seeing how my whole year is going to go. But on the bad side, I've got a book left to read, but I cant' finish it tonight, so I've done what I could by going to google and searching for the summary. I'm going to finish the damned thing...eventually. What I'm going to hope for now is that we don't talk about Frankenstein. I did the same with that, but not for lack of time. More like lack of interst. I hated the fucking book. Mary Shelly is a bad writer. She goes off on tangents like I'm doing now...but this is different because this is a journal that I dont' expect anyone to read. *sigh* I'm going to go back to mentally planning out my school day tomorrow and practicing my guitar. Night all! love, XXXXXX