Well...nothing's happening. I'm getting my liscense on June 30th...it was going to be the 16th...but thanks to stupid ADAP it's the 30th. Me and Justin have now been together 8 months...and he forgot to tell me happy eight months.  Actually, I forgot too. I remembered the next day, haha.

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Mmm, I have a growing addiction to coffee and Rockstar Juiced.

I miss people.

I'm taking ADAP with Jenn and we're going to kick it's ass.

That's really all.

7 months, guys. :o]

Being a teenager is pretty trying.

I'm so freaking happy about everything that's going on right now. I have basically lost several life-long friends, but I've made some KICK ASS new ones.

Andrew..

 Vanessaroni..

   Rachel..

     JENNITALS..((duh))

        Erin..((duh again))

          And Justin is SO much more then a boyfriend..

My writing is pretty much taking off, and I'm making money off it, and I write more and more every day. Justin is the epitome of everything I want, and everything that's good for me. ((6 months, guys.)) Summer's here. It's all down-hill. No more panic attacks, no more long nights, no more fights over stupid stuff, and no more being hurt and lost because I'm clinging to friends that have moved on. I'M moving on. It's lookin' good.

Mmk. So March 1st was me and Justin's 

5 month anniversary.

T'was pretty lovely.

We got a large Domino's pizza and Rockstars and drove to Dacula Park. After we were done eating, and talking about everything under the sun ((including homecoming, and laughing and making fun of ourselves)), we took a long walk on one of the trails. Well, I walked. Justin was so wired from the Rockstars he pretty much ran. Then we went back to my house and layed in the grass and Justin saw a shooting star. Ahh, perfect. I know.

I'm getting my bellybutton pierced soon. If I ever get over this horrible little illness I've got going, then it'll be this week.