Haven't listened to them in awhile. A conversation with someone yesterday reminded me to. My birthday is tomorrow. I am trying to not make a big deal about it but I am excited. I am the youngest of all of my friends, so no one else really is...turning sixteen is SO last October... I applied for a job one week ago from tomorrow. I wonder if they are going to call me. I think I should probably apply somewhere else. I am still writing my English paper. I am not quite done with my rough draft. I am still thinking about my birthday. I don't think that anyone I want to remember will actually remember it. Some of my friends probably will. Edit. Do I talk about birthdays too much? I just realised that almost all of my journal entries have something about someone's birthday in them. I don't know why I talk about them so much. Most of my friends don't even have fun on their birthdays. I have choir practice. I am probably going to skip it.

Nothing really to say, it's just right. So, I was thinking last night when I was painting my nails, light sparkle pink because my nails aren't shaped prettily and I don't like drawing a lot of attention to them. I was wondering why it is so easy to get ripped apart while being a teenager, and it's even easier to induce it upon yourself. Not me personally, I mean I suppose I've had my fair share of heart-wrenching but at least I'm able to put those things behind me...or at least to the side of me. I just get worried about people who don't, because that means that it's still in front of them. I used to live in Summerlin, NV, which is a suburb directly west of Las Vegas. It's a nice place, maybe a little nice for my standards but still alright. I've also been thinking about cutting my hair, and why "it's just how guys are" is an acceptable answer to everything. I don't think it should be. But that's possibly just how girls are. Edit. Today is my friend's friend David's birthday, so happy birthday, David.

Something about it is just so alluring. It's closer to chorally accurate. I like Brendan's voice on this version. Again I'm in school, this time writing a research paper. It's on methadone clinics as treatment for heroin addiction. I have to make 15 note cards that were due yesterday. Well, only 8 now, since I did 7 this morning. Does that add up to fifteen? There's a boy over there whose hair reminds me of another boy I know, it kind of makes me happy. His birthday is one month from today.