holy moly baby, wouldn't you know it? just as I was busting loose...I've gotta go turn in my rock star card and get fat and old with you...
Ugh...man, i really dont want to go to school tomorrow. Its like I'm almost taking a whole semester this summer. 11 credits. And I'm already up to 49. So that's 60 credits by the end of the summer. I'll be done with school soon enough. I just want a real life, a real job, a real house, eventually the husband and family bit as well.

I did my first DJ shift today as well...it went off with only a few minor glitches. It seems I had a lot of people listening...lots of calls and lots of requests...that part was fun. My news guy that I work with is nice too, and thats good, because otherwise I'm alone in the studio and I get bored and sad.

Went tanning and I'm niiiiiiice and golden. Of course, that was back in Kalamazoo. I'm really not impressed with the places by my house...I think I'll try one of the places on Alpine and see if they're any better.

My parents are fighting over which of them is to blame for my brother's bad report card grades. I would blame my brother, but that idea hasn't crossed to either of them yet. I think they're afraid of having to pay for part of someone's college.

I should get to bed soon, I'm hoping Jason will get online after his class though. Summer's tough, but I think we're doing awfully good, considering, I mean, its me and Jason we're talking about here. But honest to God, I've never been so madly in love in my entire life. It's a cool feeling when the more time you spend with a person, the more you like them. I remember something like this once a long time ago...I shouldnt judge in retrospect, but wow, this is so much more powerful.

Pulled out a couple old cd's and they reminded me of assorted old times...going skating, going to the beach, pebbles on the window, and passing cigarettes on the front porch under the moon.

Other memories float up at me from nostalgia lane. Going to the park and getting mud in my sandles, my lucky quarter, pretending I could swing dance, the sleepy stratford trip with everything being "so damn metric", my first cup of chai tea and my first episode of the osbornes ("my bed is comfy! try it!"), trying so desperately hard to interpret the mix tape, sparklers in the yard, the stars that "followed me home", its all about the monet and music videos into all hours of the night, the fatal first kiss on the fourth of July, "i thought your sweatshirt looked comfy.", and my brain goes all the way back to peacocks and peckle and roses and Malibu beach barbie.

I'm sure plenty of people from high school can find their own references in there. I've just been thinking a lot about my relationships lately, which ones were fulfilling and which werent. And how glad I am that things turned out the way that they did.

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