Dear Diary, Dang, I accidentally closed the window while I was writing my entry. Life has been pretty crazy lately. I've had a lot of homework, and weird things have been going on with my friends. Teri Ann and Tara are having some sort of disagreement and aren't eating lunch together. Neither of them will tell me what's going on. I want to help, but I can't if I don't know what the problem is. Sigh. I hope they work everything out. Cassie... there was a little problem today. She said something about me that she shouldn't have in the middle of class. She didn't say my name or anything... But I and at least one other person knew exactly who she was talking about. I was... hurt, humilated, confused... I don't know. I excused myself from class and cried in the bathroom for ten minutes. Then I forced myself to calm and went back to class. I had her come over after school to talk about it. Cassie... she has a tendancy to say things without thinking about them. Which sometimes makes life fun... and other times it's horrible. Sigh. But she apologized, and I think we're okay now... We've gone through a lot of rough patchs in our friendship, and sometimes they come back to haunt us... This evening I was sitting on my front porch watching the sunset and enjoying the cool air, and I realized this is my last fall as an official kid. So I went swinging at the park! It made me happy. No matter how crazy life gets, you need to find the peaceful moments and enjoy them... This entry totally reminds me of a song... Swing Life Away Rise Against "am i loud and clear or am i breaking up? am i still your charm or am i just bad luck? are we getting closer or are we just getting more lost? i'll show you mine if you show me yours first lets compare scars i'll tell you whose is worse lets unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words we live on front porches and swing life away we get by just fine here on minimum wage if love is a labor i'll slave til the end i won't cross these streets until you hold my hand i been here so long i think that it's time to move the winter's so cold, summer's over too soon lets pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow and i've got some friends some that i hardly know we've had some times i wouldn't trade for the world we chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go we live on front porches and swing life away we get by just fine here on minimum wage if love is a labor i'll slave til the end i won't cross these streets until you hold my hand swing life away." Love, Lisa Ann P.S. Ten days since I've seen the boy... but who's counting?