Dear Diary, blah blah blah. I'm kind of depressed. I'm not doing anything for New Year's tonight. Well. I'm watching some lame movie at home with my parents and my married sister and my married cousin and their families. Lame. I could have a party, but... So I'm just gonna be depressed. I'm really freaking out about my driver's license. I have to finish my class in the next... two or three days, or I don't get my license. Or I pay like $100+ to take all the tests again. Like that's gonna happen. Anyway. I just CAN'T write these stupid essays. I don't know why. I just CAN'T do it, and I really want to, because I REALLY want to get my license. i LOVE DRIVING so much. It's so wonderful. But... I can't get my freaking license! Sigh. I bug myself. I'm so overwhelmed. Not just with that. With everything. With my life. There are like five million things I'm supposedd to worry about, ten million things I'm supposed to get done, and I just CAN'T. I can't do it. gotta go. Love, Lisa Ann