It's 2006... huzzah. I'm excited. I graduate high school this year, I become an adult this year. I go out into the world this year. It's pretty crazy to think about. Actually, as much as I think it's strange, I don't feel like a kid anymore, and I like that. I'm getting used to this kind of freedom that I thought was a novelty when I turned 16. I'm becoming an adult, and I don't at all want to slow down the process. I'm taking good pictures now too. When I first got my camera I was hesitant about alot of things, but for all that I don't know about photography, I think I'm making up for that with all of the good pictures I've been taking lately. And I'm getting better at guitar too. I knew how to play other people's songs, but I'm starting to make some pretty cool progressions and lyrics on my own, even though I broke a string about an hour ago. I have alot of things to do in the next couple of days that I've sorta been putting off for a while, so I'm kinda anxious, but I think that'll all subside sooner rather than later. Oh, and I have some other stuff to write about. I dated this girl over the summer, and it didn't come to my attention until lately, but I hated it. I can't stand her to be quite honest. I broke up with her because she didn't care about me at all, and no matter how much I plead with her to communicate and to be flawed and to make mistakes, she didn't. She never made an effort to show me who she was and what she was passionate about and what made her who she was. She was simply agreeable, and she didn't have the smallest ounce of compassion in her. I can't stand that in anyone, let alone someone I'm trying to have a relationship with. I have noone to blame but myself though, because I should've done what I meant do last year when all of this started. I asked her to prom when I really wanted to ask someone else. I don't know why I came to her, just nervous I guess. It was pretty terrible, because that sorta bound me to her when I so badly wanted to be with someone else. That separated me even further from the person I genuinely cared about. I don't know about that person now, because I've liked her for the longest time, and I can't say that she has ever genuinely cared about me. She's been in choir with me since Sophomore year, and I've always had a thing for her... but I thinks she's just one of those people who acts like that to everyone. She treats you like you're the only one she cares about when she's with you, but she has that same dialogue carried out hundreds of times a day. I don't know how to act to her, I've loved her and hated her and I can't get over it sometimes (like now). The worst part is that just when I completely give up on her, she has something to say to me that makes me feel like a different, better person. It's distracting. I'll write about that more later, but I think I've got a few more things to talk about. One of which is my recent purchase of a 150 dollar pair of jeans. Blasphemous. I know. They're really nice though. And to be quite honest, I don't care if I get made fun of for wearing them when the fact is, I have a job, and I spend the money that I worked hard for. I save it too, but these jeans were particularly tempting for some reason. I guess I've developed a need for high-quality stuff lately. I don't want anything mediocre anymore. From the camera lenses I take pictures with to the jeans that I wear, I've just developed a new, retarded attention to quality and detail. Whether or not that's a good thing, I couldn't tell you. I'm back in school tomorrow, so I should be getting to bed. Have a nice week and sleep well kids.