I just realized you can put pictures on this journal. That is amazing. Pictures mean SO much more then words. Espically my words. That is because I'm a failure at writing And at English. Talking, writing, anything Words have so much more meaning in my head. Too bad I can't get them out that way. Paramore Is fantastic. Misery Buisness Is where I could and should be WishingForYou, your journal is amazing Just so you know. Next journal:: WILL HAVE PICTURES!

School has started... week uno down the drain. Only 5 billion left to go. Okay not that many. So far school is okay. I'm separated from my friends and have work thats sooo much harder then they do. I miss everyone who's still in my old jr. high. I hate dividing up my grade like this.. but next year will be amazing. I have to keep reminding myself that this year may suck, but no matter what next year will be amazing. Next year will be amazing... I'm looking forward to it. I always feel like when I'm looking forward to something I'm wasting the time that occurs between now and then. I feel like that now.. I'm just waiting for next year. Which makes me feel like this year is a waste, and just time that needs to pass in order for next year to start. As much as I want this year to mean something, and to be amazing. I hope it is. I hope its good, and I hope I can keep in touch and still see everyone I love at JH. And I hope the schoolwork overload doesn't kill me and my time management skills. Which fail. I always start the summer promising myself that it'll be everything I want it to be and more. I plan to do all these amazing things and to stay busy everyday doing crazy fun activities with awesome people. And always at the end of summer, regardless of what I actually do, I feel that it could have been so much more and that I wasted precious months of freedom. I didn't waste my summer, and it WAS amazing. It just doesn't feel that way when freedom is suddenly taken away from you. I love parties. People should have more of them. They make life worthwhile. Crazy ones are best :] I have issues talking to people I just met. I feel awkward. I know for a fact that I'm not overly outgoing. I need to work on faking it. "Let's start a riot"

Questions: Are vacations always hell? Are guys always players? Is schoolwork always torture? Are friends always backstabbers? Is family always the people you want to see the least? Is the east coast always this humid? Are computers always slow? Is myspace always depressing? Are feelings always this strong?