Dear Diary, It's a SitD night. I'm sorry I've been neglecting you, diary. I have left you for another website. Jk. It's not just MySpace. It's that I spend basically my entire time at my job writing in a notebook... because honestly... there's nothing else to do. So I tend to get all of my emotional ramblings out there. Sorry. But I think I can come up with something tonight... First, an honorable mention to David. How can I not mention David? He is my everything at the moment. My texting buddy. My listening ear as I vent. My entertainment as the summer days pass slowly. My best friend. My love. My happiness... I don't know how I'm going to leave him in the fall. Oh, I know the distance won't be much further... But things will be different. We'll be dating other people. We'll be busy... I'm afraid of the drifting apart. Drifting back into being alone... Speaking of the fall. COLLEGE. I'm grown up, 18, going to college. Hopefully. A lot of things have to fall in to place before that. Mostly things like... money. Super stressed about money at the moment. I'm not getting that many hours at IA (which is kinda okay with me...), and I just don't know how much I'll be able to pay for. It doesn't help that I crashed my mom's car... Yes... That was very, very bad. And it set me back another $350. I'm still paying that off. Woo, college, here I come... Assuming everything works out... I am looking forward to college. Scared like a little girl on her first day of kindergarten. Leaving mommy. Leaving my hometown... I was sitting on my roof today, after a summer rain, the sun setting through the clouds, thinking about how much I love my town... But I'm excited. Living on my own. Meeting new people everyday. Learning new things, having new experiences... It's going to be great. I'm going to spend 2 a.m.'s in my apartment learning how to make delicious things like cookies and brownies. It's a goal. I'm listening to Counting Crows... A Murder of One... It reminds me of being sweet sixteen, little and full of problems and naiive dreams. Have I changed much? Change, change, change. I think so. Different problems... Different dreams... Sometimes I just have to wonder how my life will end up... I think I'm going to go sit on my roof again. Emotional ramblings sometimes need a star-gazing to stabalize. Love, Lisa Ann