Birthdays and fears
This past week was my birthday. I did pretty good for presents--parents got me books and a sewing machine, other relatives got me money. Sarah and Ashley both got me chocolate, and Kerri got me the Beck soundtrack. Pat, bless his soul, got me Heroes Season 1. I love him so much. I've made Amy watch some of it, and she's full-blown addicted. Even my mother seems to really like it, which makes me happy. Now I have all kinds of people to watch it with.
I go back to school on Sunday. It's so crazy, it feels like this summer went by way to fast. But that's probably because I don't want this coming year to end--I'm afraid of being a senior, of graduating, of getting a job. Really afraid. I hate when people ask me what I'm going to do. I have an idea, but I don't like to talk about it. If I talk about it too much, it is too vivid. I just don't want to deal with it. I don't care if it's childish; I know I'll have to find a job soon, and I will, but just let me escape for a little while longer.
But that aside, I can't wait until I see all my friends again. I miss them so much.
I go back to school on Sunday. It's so crazy, it feels like this summer went by way to fast. But that's probably because I don't want this coming year to end--I'm afraid of being a senior, of graduating, of getting a job. Really afraid. I hate when people ask me what I'm going to do. I have an idea, but I don't like to talk about it. If I talk about it too much, it is too vivid. I just don't want to deal with it. I don't care if it's childish; I know I'll have to find a job soon, and I will, but just let me escape for a little while longer.
But that aside, I can't wait until I see all my friends again. I miss them so much.