Saturday, 11:46 a.m.   One . Last . Week I woke up this morning and I just knew the fingers entangled in my hair were his. He was lying right next to me, so I put out my arms to cuddle him but realized as I was pulling my left hand out, that it was my own hand entangled in my hair. I've found the culprit. My own hand. And a wave of disappointment overcame me and I just sat there half naked and half asleep, staring at the ceiling but not really seeing it, until I'd gotten my bearings back and could wake up to a sunny day. And a beautiful day it is. And a week from today I leave for New Zealand. I'm excited. I'll miss you all but I'm so excited right now. I dreamt about it last night. in between thinking of Scott and Sara, I squeeze in some fleeting visions of what New Zealand could be like. I want to go there excited and happy, not mopey and depressed, no one makes friends with the sad girl in the ugly ugly UGLY uniform. Haha. And I want to come back even MORE excited and happy, with a new accent. I love listening to those people talk, it's so pretty. ----------------- 2:38 p.m. There's no point to staying awake today. I'm going back to bed. ----------------- 6:51 p.m. I'd sleep more but my daddy would get all flustered because I'm not doing anything productive. I'm sorry that I can't be a better person. But I'm more sorry that my hair is all messed up today.