Interesting day. To say the least. I scared my self today because it's been while since I've been worried. Tonight was a little girl-scout reunion. Six moms, six daughters, twelve very different people. I sat at the daughter table and looked from one to other, and to my self. God, we're so different. Someone passed around old photos from when we were younger; when none of us did our hair or wore make-up, we hadn't gone through braces or gotten contacts. We were simple then, drama-free and much more alike. Today is a different story. One's been through re-hab, one's been kicking out of her dorm for smoking pot, one's turned into a goth-punk-tattooed buddist, one's getting closer to normalcy,and one hasn't much changed. And then of course, there's me. No tattoos, no strange piercings, no "artistic" boyfriend, no time in jail, just fitting into that comfortable cookie-cutter life that most people, I've come to find, don't fit in to. Am I boring? Lucky? Tpyical? Odd? I don't take my self too seriously these days. I realize my moods--my "phases"--move far too frequently to be considered. I just write my thoughts and play my games and keep reminding my self how simple a day is and how great my life is; while I let it be such. Tomorrow, work, life, and love.