And I wondered I began crying when I wrote that last one. I wrote it during class...I wonder if anyone saw the hot salty tears coursing down my cheeks. I assume they didn't because no one asked me if I was okay, but maybe they're just so used to me bursting out "randomly" into tears that they don't bother anymore. I totally suck. I cry too easy and I'm selfish and I have no talents. I am so tired. I also wonder ... What about the people who I'll never talk to once I leave? What about the people whom I'll never see again? Dan? Jarren? Koskan? The Juniors and Seniors of this year I'll never go to school with again. The guys will go on their missions and the girls will run off and get married... Will they miss me? No one ever talks about me while I'm here, when I'm gone, they'll completely forget about me. I don't know why that makes me so sad, but it does. I want to be remembered. If you ever want to know what time it is where I will be, subtract six hours from local time, and add a day. And I wonder what my school will be like where everyone will look exactly the same. The uniform, the restrictions on hair, make-up, socks...I wonder if there will be social classes like in my high school even without being able to determine who is who by their clothing, hairstyle/color, and make up. In some ways it will be easier, in some ways it will be harder, and I am going to need to find a weekend life and fast. The uniforms are hideous. I threw a tempertantrum when I found out. My daddy said, "Whats the problem? You'll all look the same!" "Yes, daddy but that doesn't make it any less ugly." I don't want to hang out with annoying people who latch themselves to people only for the bragging rights of having a new "cooler" friend. I'm really happy that I'm a decent judge of character... *sighs* This is going to be a long, hard year.