Whats the point of making friends if they're just going to drift away eventually? It seems great, going out, always having somewhere to go if you get lonely. But things happen. Some go away for a while with no contact information. Some have a life changing event and are consumed with that. Some you just lose contact with. Then what? You're sitting at your kitchen table writing in your diary eating grilled cheese and soup. Thinking of going to your parents' party for some socialisation. Speaking of which, I much prefer individually wrapped cheese product in my grilled cheese sammiches than cheddar. Classes will commence in a month or so. I'm looking forward to it. I want to do good in school. I want to pass, i want to graduate. I want to be a good student. I don't want to be in school til I'm 30. I do have an appointment to figure out a schedule for the upcoming semester. I'm ready for fall. I'm ready for the leaves changing colours, the jeans and sweaters, the chilly evenings wrapped up in a blanket. The students milling about the campus, the heavy books in my pack. However, I'm not ready for the price that comes with the books. I've been milling about scholarship websites, not sure I'll get one (not likely I'll get one with my shitty grades) but its always worth a shot. I need to visit this poor ol site more often. I just wish I could visit my friends pages, Scott, thats a clue for you. I need to document my thoughts more often. I was much happier when I wrote in here daily. But it shouldn't be something I have to schedule. It should be natural. Why do I always feel like I have to have a closing? Its my fucking diary, why do I feel like I'm writing for an audience? maybe I'm expecting people to read this. But I know they won't. Its my fucking diary, for me to fucking read. Clean...