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So, today was my third day of the semester, it doesn't seem too bad. Except for the fact that I'm having to limp all over the school because of my fucking ankle. Plus, I started the new semester right when I started my period. Isn't that nice? I guess not and most of you probably didn't want to know that, but I told you anyway. I seem to like all of my teachers even though Ms. Wofford is a fucking basket case.
I miss my brother, he's so far away. He's not really gonna come home again until Spring Break. That's like a whole five days in the middle of March. I just realized like right now that he won't be here to watch me turn sixteen. One of the most important transitions in my life and he's gonna be hundreds of miles away. Damn. Ok, enough of that...it's depressing.
Today, Joy and I both went home early for lack of wanting to deal with German II. She went to a movie and I went home to lie down and get some rest (the resting didn't happen, so ya know). Joy called me sometime while I was in the shower, I think, so I didn't hear my phone ring; plus, it was on silent. So, I checked the message later and it turns out that while her and her mother were at the movie, someone broke into their car and stole most of their CD's, Joy's backpack and a few other things. I'm really pissed, this is the second time in a month one of my friends has had their car broken into. I think I'm seriously going to have to start kicking some "stupid mother-fucker" ass.
So, I don't have school on Monday, I'm kinda hoping to spend Sunday night with Joy. I just wanna hang out with her, I haven't really done so in awhile. I'm glad I have classes and lunch with her this semester, though, that makes me happy.
My grandparents are going to be here until Saturday. I really do love them, I know I do, or I wouldn't talk to them; but I love them so much more when they're not here. I like talking to them on the phone, it's safer that way.
But now, I have to tell you all something. This is really for those of you who read this who weren't at my house on New Year's Eve getting plastered with me. So, when Geoff put on the New Year's Eve compilation CD we had put together, I had a few beers, so I was in a singing mood. After a few songs I went outside with Carl and we smoked. Then, we came back in when my neighbors' party started breaking up (at like 12:45, how LAME!). So, we went inside and the good songs started coming on, and I started dancing. I mean, I was dancing. I was breaking it down. I loved the way I felt doing that. I was having so much fun and I didn't care if everyone was looking or if no one was looking or what anyone thought. I know I got whistled at and I know that Rena tucked two dollars in my pants. I mean, I danced until my legs were sore. Then, I took a break...after which I danced some more. I mean, if you were here you know what I looked like. I didn't stop moving for a good half an hour, I'm pretty sure. I know I loved all the songs on the CD. I know my daddy tried to cut in, I know Carl White tried to cut in. I know Geoff got in the middle of the dance floor and tried and I literally danced circles around him like he was a pole. Then, some song came on and I waltzed with Carl Wilcox. I mean, I haven't really written about New Year's Eve at all, but I do know it was one of the best nights of my life. I had so much fun just being me around my friends and family. Everyone around me was so happy and no one was angry at anyone else. Alice and I didn't fight all evening. Tami and I danced to American Pie. Daddy and I swayed to Leader of the Band. Carl and I kissed when the ball dropped. Geoff and I got into Mr. Jones by Counting Crows when it came on. Everything was as it should have been. Almost everyone who could have been present, was. Everyone was having a good time, I know. I never wanted it to end. Carl and I fell asleep in each others' arms at about 5:30 the next morning. I can't wait to do all of that again this year. I intend on dancing again. I intend on having just as much fun. I intend on being with all the same people, doing the same things, playing the same games and dancing to the same music. Life was good that night, and I hope it will only get better.