Pissed but I don't care. I want to have fun.
I am pretty mad right now, but I probably won't show it. I don't have a girlfriend or even any chances. I don't have a job or steady income. I haven't been accepted to any colleges. I don't have a car. But I will have to be content with that and I'm telling you right now that I am very happy. Because I really haven't worked for anything and I will have to be complacent in my simple life of no nagging, without the urge to spend large sums of money, and driving worry free (with no money required) in my parents car with the windows down, sunroof open, bass pounding and the treble turned up to compensate. That way I can feel the bass and hear the treble while going 65 down 316. It was just that way this afternoon coming home from Nate's. I had only a slight responsibility and I had no where else to go and my mom wasn't mad and I was on my own time table. I want to follow my own advice which I give automatically to everyone I know; I want to have fun. I want to go out on dates because I can finally drive other people. I want to keep doing more new things and more of my favorite things. Aaron's party was fun, so I hope to do some more. I love driving with the windows down and with my hand out of the sunroof. And I have no inclination to make any resolutions. I don't remember ever making one and I don't want to start. It isn't fun limiting yourself to what the future holds. But I need people to RSVP for you-know-what because you know how much that will be. Ha.