• Listening to: My Friends by RHCP I love: Flip Flops and graphic tshirts I hate: sadness and the upcoming school year I am leaving for Washington DC tomorrow (to drop off Steve for college). I'm gonna miss that guy, he's the only one fun in the house. The only one that keeps happy and really knows how and when I need cheering up. So I've had My Friends on repeat for the last 30 minutes, and I never get bored of it. I could have gone to a Red Hot CHili Peppers show when I was a baby (a little less than one). They were opening a concert in the area with Aeroplane and Coffee Shop. My parents went, and they were considering taking me, but decided not to. Damn. Dropped me off at G-dog's house (Grandma's house). Turns out I cried the whole time I was there, something I rarely did even around G-dog. Poor me. I won two rubber chickens at an arcade for me and Nora. It's one of those squeaking toys. These chickens' mouths are so round and wide open, you'd think it was a rubber sex toy for roosters. No kidding. 8th grade is coming up and I DONT WANNA GO! I had the creepiest dream about my teacher, so creepy I don't even feel like telling all of you. Goals for this schoolyear: --Do some more paintings (i need a good scholarship, hopefully that will get me some money) --Get better at guitar (perhaps lessons, maybe buy some books on chords and guitar stuff) --Clear up the face. I don't have that many pimples, but they sorta annoy me sometimes. --Loose some belly fat. I am very thin and not very curvy, but my belly makes me look like I'm a month or two pregnant. I guess it's the Italian in me. --Grow taller. I'm aiming for 5'6'' by the time I'm done stretching --Finally learn how to rap the full "Rappers Delight". I only know about or 6 minutes. i have to learn the rest, or else that would just be a big disappointment. --Write songs. Or poetry. I don't care which. I have to start writing down stuff that comes to my head, or else I will get nowhere. Or somewhere that leads to nowhere. I'm gonna go pack now, because I have nothing else better to do. Maybe I'll read some of my book. Who knows. Adios.

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