no one is going to remember. no one. i got my photos from sarah...who wants to seE? thi is supposed to be "super and sweet" but im fifty minutes into my birthday...and i pretty much feel like no one cares. happy fucking birthday. yeah right. it'd be differnet if i got to spend it with joanna and carlee and alana and sarah and jess and jess. yes, then it would be different. i'd probably have one of them sleeping over right now...and we'd be giggling and talking about some stupid boys who have made out wtih whom...or some slutty girls who've had sex with whom. i knew everyone, everyone knew me. it was different there. i mean,*shrugs* or heck, who knows. i could be...nah, its just... okay, i'll admit it.

I WANT TO GO HOME

well, this isnt a new discovery but,still not that i dont like living here...heck, i was thinking last night...im still a huuuuge hick on the inside,i love country music and i still have those little girl dreams from when i was eight...sleeping on the hardground in the comfort of a cowboys arms...i mean, how perfect does that sound? ugh, just....i dont know. it just...makes me cry i think cowboy take me away by the dixie chicks is about one of my favorite songs. closer to you... i remember just...laying on the bus on teh way back from florida with ellie, just listening to this song...and crying...everyone thought we were insane...but its...*sigh* i rememberlaying in my bed in my willmar house..listening to this song..listening to the rain...it was so simple and so perfect. i have a feeling this is going to be a bad day.. (bad day fuel)