I've been feeling really stressed lately. A lot of things around me seem to be going wrong, or maybe I'm just noticing them more, who knows. I left Savor the Flavors early last night. I only volunteered because not very many people did for the second shift, and I felt bad for my mom because i knew it was really important for her. She let me leave a half hour early or so, and I decided to spend the extra time doing something other than being at home. I ended up driving down 141 with the windows down, air blowing through my hair, blasting oldies out my window. probably not the sight you would expect to see coming from that car, but what was going on, nonetheless. i think when my brother is 16, i'll let him have that car, and get myself an older one, that car goes better with his personality than mine, i don't want to be known by people because of a car. i'm thankful for it, and i know my parents had the best possible intentions in buying it, but i never pictured myself driving something like that. But, anyway, speeding down the highway blasting music was very relaxing, until i realized that i didn't have my license with me and i couldn't afford to be pulled over, and so i decided to go home. things like that make me feel alive. i love feeling alive.