I am very excited to walk to Westernaires tomorrow, actually. I love the early morning. It's warm and fresh and thoughtful. That sounds funny.
It's good to know that I've moved on. That's a good feeling. Happiness feels like home. I'm happy to say that. Maybe it's better that you're ignoring me, maybe it's easier to forget. I know what I want. I know what will make me and keep me happy. I am happy. I want to stay this way.
I still have to do all of my diagramming. And study for my finals. Woohoo. I just might not sleep tonight, that might make it easier to get up if I'm already awake. Eh. Might as well. I think this journal entry is half procrastination. I'm good at that.
My dad's leaving outside. I think he's going to get my brother.
My ankle just cracked.
I'm excited for the summer more than anything. I have so many things I'm going to get accomplished. I can take my art and photography to the next level. I can focus on saxophone and piano. I'm going to learn how to play drums and acoustic guitar. I'm going to be able to work on my horsemanship. I can redo parts of my room and get a few summer jobs.
Next year is going to be amazing, too.
Aaaaaaahhhhh.


I need to start on my diagramming. Oh my goodness. Okay.
Nighty night. Sort of.