Last time was in January, wow.
Anyways:
Today is my dance recital. I can't wait. I want to start getting ready like right now, but that'd be a complete waste since it's only 1:20, and the recital doesn't start until seven tonight.

We have four days of school left, and I'm greatly anticipating summer. I actually have plans.
Next Saturday: Blue Bayou with the family.
Sometime in June or July: Meet River
Fourth of July weekend: Gulf Shores.
I'm going to work out and teach myself how to play the keyboard.
Anji and I are going to fix everything that's screwed up in our relationship.
I'm getting 50 dollars to watch two kids watch TV for a week.
I'm painting my room blue and green when the kids go to camp.
And I'm somehow looking forward to band camp.

I'm losing more and more faith in love. I think it's really best that I'm not in a relationship. (Now how many teenagers would say that...?) Yet somehow, I think I'm still lusting for love.

Lately I've been getting into the music I lost connection with. If that doesn't make sense to you, oh well.

Yeah. I'm done here.