Once a month, things really start piss me off. Just a lot of stupid things in the past couple days that add up to a lot of nothing, and yeah that's vague but oh well. Today is officially Wednesday, so that makes four more days until I can go back to where everything is again. It's a little hard to accept, how much I've broken off from life around here - friends scattered, people I never see or talk to any more....and I wish I did. It's a stupid thing, to lose friends from lack of communication. But then, I guess people grow apart. Maybe most of it is born out of conveniance - you make friends with the people around you, and maybe most of those relationships are shallow enough that they don't hold out over long distances or long periods of time. Sad. The people I'm closest to now are the ones I've met only in the past year or even few months.

I should probably keep a more private journal, but I think keeping my more personal problems and thoughts out of this one keep it from being completely unreadable. My inclination is to bitch and moan, but what exactly do I have to bitch and moan about? How I'm feeling today? Aches and pains? I'm completely healthy, I have a great family (as long as I'm not confined with them in an enclosed space in long periods of time), I get to go to school without worrying about making tuition payments, and I can do pretty much whatever I want. Count your blessings Laura, count your blessings. There's no reason to start being a depressed suburban teenager now. See the title on top of the page? I'm not changing it. It's still true. I just need to get out of the house more.