I just reread my last entry and it only saved half of it. My hair smells like oranges. Its twenty after three, I'm supposed to meet Molly at 5:30 and I haven't even started packing yet. I saw this thing in somebody's journal where they went through month by month and told what happened last year, so here goes mine: January -skiing -Windham -"is this really chicken" February -Killington -stealing chairs from hotel rooms -creepy St. Mike's kids -"Would you button my pants" March -Hunter -"Can I have some lasagna?" -violation -grandma sent home from hospital with hospice April -FWB -heartbreak -"next year things will be better" pact May -birthday -started work! -Confusion June -Dorney Park -clones -Grandma died :( -work, work, work July -late night AOL talks -staying up 'til 2 in the morning -tennis lessons August -stopped conversations -end of work -tendonitus -"this school year can't be worse" -back to school September -homecoming hell -knotted hair -mosh pit -crazy tennis matches October -podiatrist appointments -tennis districts -Halloween -so unwelcome -being sooo sick November -Thanksgiving hell -psychos and healing old wounds -"What about my birthday present?" -being soooo sick still December -playing mom to my cousins -Christmas Eve talks -ski trip to Elk as a kick off to the season -paranoia There really wasn't any good for any of it. Good-bye 2004, you really were hell. "This year has to be better"... I hope we were right.