And then there were six...

[laynamarya]

Last night I had a terrible dream. My family found out that the Taliban had decided to bomb all of Massachusetts, so we had to pack our stuff within ten minutes and get out of the state. Anthony and Jedrick-the-beautiful-boy-from-high-school-Italian-class were helping us pack. Sarah Beth's new boy, Graham-whose-name-was-Luke-in-my-dream was our guide, and a very helpful one at that. But he had a lot of piercings, which Graham does not in real life. But anyway, we all had to find whatever money/food/clothing we could and get to Vermont, and Canada if we could because no one in the United States was safe after all. And I've never not lived in this house. And I didn't know how to leave it behind. And we couldn't take a car because they were too conspicuous, so we had to ride bicycles. And there are seven of us, and there were only four bicycles. So my mom had to ride on the back of mine. And the people at Mrs. Mack's couldn't leave. And most of the people I love live in Massachusetts. I didn't know what to do. I hate not knowing what to do.

But anyway, Liz left today. I guess she's officially moving out. It's so weird. This won't be her house anymore? She'll be around, I know. But I don't know about this growing up thing. I'll have to move out soon. I'll have to get a car, and a job, and an apartment. And I'll have to live with far too much of myself for far too long. I worry.

Christine had a dream about doing a calculus final about how a trumpet player was killed right in front of her.

Bad feeling all around.

And I just watched The Grapes of Wrath.

In happy news, my brother got his blue belt today!