my life is pretty plain
its cold but it is nice. i bet when the sun comes up it will be beautiful out.
when i get up i have this time limit. it is about 5-9 minutes. If i am up for past that time i will not be able to get back to sleep. IT is kind of nice, but yet sometimes i just want to get back into my warm bed and dream. I love dreaming. and when it is a good dream i love it even more. anything can happen in them.
my mom told me that i had to have the college picked out at the end of the month. She did not even tell this to me first. Our friends (the kealins) called and my mom told mary beth and then she called my brother and left him a message saying the same thing. then she comes up to me and says "Did you hear that? You have to pick on by the end of the month." shit. why do i get the shortest month to chose the reast of my life? but where ever i go i will far from her
Colorado. We are leaving on the 18th. on wednesday we will go snowshoeing then go to the hot springs. and i think that mr kehoe was talking about dog sleding. that would be sweet. it seems that when ever i go to colorado it is someones birthday (or coming home). The first time i left it was Lizs and i came home on Erics. Now I am coming home on (close) to Nacy Drews. I dont know anyone with an 18 of Febuary Birthday.