I'm listening to Punk Goes 80's. I told one of my friends that earlier today and he totally stereotyped me. It made me pretty frustrated. He's a smart kid and he's into oldies but all he see's me as is some caught-up normal kid. I'm not normal, damnit. I'm in a pretty good mood. This week has gone by amazingly fast. Tomorrow Cory is coming over and I'm excited. We went through a pretty crappy week last week, and this one has been amazing. I'm happy about it and I'm not. He's a very open person and some of the things he says really hurts my feelings sometimes. I know its not intentional but its not something he's gonna stop doing. Plus he's moody, but I can live with that. I've lived with worse. At least he talks to me. Haha. Yeah. So I'm excited about that. And I'm begining to get excited about Christmas. Its kinda lost its sparkle since I've grown up and we dont talk to any of our family anymore (except my grandparents), but life goes on, right? I'm not going to sit around and complain about something silly like that. I can cope. I'm actually prety good at getting over a loss. I guess thats good and bad. I could see myself being single all my life if it were to be so. I'm quitting softball. I feel like I'm letting down the world and at the same time I dont care. I'm not about to put myself through what I went through last year. Its not worth it and I have nothing to gain. Mom took the news ok. I only cried when I told dad. It makes me feel less like his daddy's girl. ? I'm thiking about taking up Tennis. My friend Samuel said he'd teach me. We'll see. Until tomorrow then, Your Neighborhood Superman