27 days till my birthday. But I don't have anything planned, and I'm not as excited as I should be. I mean hey, learning permit, and one year closer to a drivers licence. But still, I'm gonna be in school over a week by then. A new school. Who the hell is suppose to celebrate with me? And the actual date falls on a sunday. All my close camp friends ( Read more... )

Stealing a line from romeo and juliet to title an entry. That's literate. I've started a new live journal, since all I ever used the last one for was creative, angsty writing. This will be some-what truthful. Like an autobiography where I make a gay brother for my self and maybe have an affair with James Dean's ghost. But mostly, It'll be the truth ( Read more... )