Hahaha...guess we shouldn't have played hooky. No details, but even as shit happened down the shore, I still had a good time. I love Dustin oh so very much! :)

I'm leaving for Florida for 8 days tomorrow morning. It will be an interesting trip I'm sure. I will miss everyone but most importantly, Dustin and Tarah. :) We will have fun though :)

I am assisting Dustin in playing hooky from work tomorrow and going down the shore with him for a day. I can assure you its a hardship! NOT! :) LOL:) Yes, I just said, "Not!" because I figure I look like I'm 12, I'm going to give in and act it.

I am leaving for Florida in t minus three days.

We shall see what happens.

Yeah so after my rant from yesterday, today I'm on the subway and this random guy starts talking with me. He asks me how school is going and I reply "It's fine." Then he says to me, "I'm sure you will like eighth grade next year. Remember, when you get to high school to stick with it and not drop out." I said to him, "Sir, I am in college and I attend Temple University." He said, "I'm sorry, you look like a baby. I thought you were in eighth grade."
AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, now that it is out of my system, rewind to last night. So, the regression bug took ahold of me for a few hours last night. I decided to look through my yearbooks from high school, and I came to the following conclusion while reading the signatures and notes. I am not the same girl I was two years ago. The girl I was two years ago was popular and had a lot of people writing nice things about her. The girl I am now is moody and occasionally bitchy. Not exactly Suzy Sunshine. I find it interesting how people write, "Never change," because it is impossible for people not to change. The thing is...I wish I hadn't.

Reflection
Christina Aguilera

Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am
But you'll never know me
Every day
It's as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside

I am now
In a world where I
Have to hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What's inside my heart
And be loved for who I am

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me
Why is my reflection
Someone I don't know
Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else
For all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside

There's a heart that must be free to fly
A burn with a need to know the reason why

Why must we all conceal
What we think
How we feel
Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide
I won't pretend that I'm
Someone else
For all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside


This song hasn't come to the cd player inside my head for a long time. For some reason while I was brushing my hair in the mirror it started playing. I realized something when I listened to the lyrics, that I was fed up with people telling me how young I look. I really am. I never thought it bothered me before and I would laugh it off, but its gotten to the point now where my own doctor says I look like I'm 12 in a joking manner. I know I look young and I am still young, but I have seen almost 19 years, the latter ones having been the hardest of my life, and I want to be recognized for that accomplishment. I may look 12 on the outside but inside I'm 19, and I guess all this ranting is leading to the conclusion that I am fed up. I've heard all of the comments meant to make me feel better like "Oh well when you are fifty you'll still look young." But you know what? They don't make me feel better. I don't know...this post probably sounds really superficial but I'm feeling like a girl today and I hate it.

I think my body is getting used to only sleeping for 7 or 8 hours a night. I slept for four hours last night and woke up feeling refreshed. I once knew a guy in high school who only got four hours of sleep a night, and would come in well-rested. Strange, but true. I guess I am turning into that.

Work sucked today. It sucked ass. I hate British doctors. And people who drive cars from New Jersey.

I find it ironic how now you are a guy I "once knew." Don't you?

Saved...good movie...see it.

Estoy muy cansada because someone woke me up ten minutes before I had to leave today and I was in the middle of a REM cycle.

Yeah...rock on Spanish.