Oy Vey!

[right_out]

Total bummer of a night. It's such a waste of energy sometimes. There needs to be more to do at night. I think it has reached a point where del, star, and harbor has been over done and has passed the swinging door. I like star though cause I get to talk to Ryan ;) jk...she probably has a bf; she's too tall anyways, older, and passes my league double the money (that's me talking myself out). Nah she is a cool girl, I'd like to chill w/ her one day; nothing more nothing less. So I have one day left to eat whatever I want. It's sad it's like my last meal being on death row. Of course I'll be working tomorrow, so maybe I'll get something there. So, I've been thinking about what if something happened to me. I know something could happen any day to anyone, but being under the knife...there is still a chance. I always think about it before surgery. It's scary, but I don't think I'm scared of death anymore. It's something that happens eventually. I've been through the surgery process more fingers than you can count. I'm use to it I guess. I wonder if people would miss me, or I wonder if I made a difference in the world or around the people that I'm with or to anyone at all. I wonder if people would remember me. I know my family and friends would care. There is so much I want to do in the future: graduate college, get a job that I love doing, open up my club and coffee place, fall in love, have a family, have a house, get my dream car, and be successful. I doubt anything will happen on Monday and I'll be fine, but if anything did I'd just like to say I don't regret anything in my life. It has made me who I am today. I love all my friends and family. If I don't see you later good morning, good evening and good night. I'll see you when I see you. Peace out and word to your mother.

P.S.: I would like to see the FMA (Federal Marriage Amendment) go down in flames on Monday.