it's crazy. i've had this journal for 3 whole years. going back and reading everything is such a trip back in time. it's like i left my own personal time capsule to go back and dig up from time to time and reminisce over all my previous fuck ups. it's 5:30 in the morning. i have work in less than 12 hours. and i haven't caught a wink of sleep. i'm at lindsey's. if she wasn't so great, i'd be able to leave but she made me cereal and that gets me right in the heart. 2007. fucking crazy. i'll be 20 in like 5 months. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! such a fogey. started school back on friday. it was alright. i actually clicked with my algebra teacher so instead of having panic attacks about homework, quizzes and the final, i'll be able to focus and possibly retain some information. get my money's worth. haha. what a joke. lol a good song is on the tv. i think she's watching almost famous. "hold me closer, tiny dancer..." i'm tired. but all i want to do is lay with him and pretend to sleep. good morning. good night.