Miss Fortune

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2001-06-05 02:57:43 (UTC)

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

So all my friends have online journals now...and I figure,
hey, I'm enough of a dork to maintain one. It seems that's
how we all keep in touch these days, online journals. You
read mine, I read yours, I learn about your boyfriend
buying you a moped, and it's super cool. Not that that was
a specific example.

I graduated from High School yesterday, and I can't say
I'll miss it. I could say I'll miss it, but it would be a
damn dirty lie. The only thing that really bums me out is
that I now have to start all over again. I am no longer
class of 2001...I'm class of 2005, and that's if it only
takes me four years to graduate from college.

After graduation, a lot of my family went out to the Olive
Garden. There were my two mommies and two daddies, my
brother Woody, my stepsiblings Eric and Annie, my Aunt
Anne, Cousin Kelly, Cousin Carmen, and Grandma Mary and
Grandpa Dick. And I don't ever think I've had both sides of
my family together like that before...it was really, really
nice. What else was really, really nice is that I got my
graduation present from my family while at dinner (a little
tacky, opening such a big present in a restaurant,
especially since a few other kids from my school were there
with their families). My dad presented me with a brand new
Dell laptop, which I am now typing on...ten thirty at
night, sitting in my bed. How luxurious.

It's recently dawned on me that I'm becoming my own
person...with the advent of me gaining all these new
possessions...this laptop, a color tv from christmas, my
friend Louis bought me a DVD player...my possesions.
Oneday, for my apartment, for my life. Instead of the
family television, or the family computer, I'll now be my
own person with my own things. It's almost too much to
handle at once.

On top of that, I recently broke up with my
boyfriend...more than just my boyfriend. My best friend. He
lives in New York and I've known him online since I was
thirteen. I recently went to visit him for the first time
and it was heavenly. However, both of us are just kids, and
being so far away from eachother, it wasn't working. Mainly
for me. My mom always taught me to be true to myself...to
hold out for the best. I still hope one day he and I can be
together, because this break up has been really hard on me.
Life is hard during transitional periods, such as now. But
it's especially hard to adjust to him not being around
anymore...not that he was around that much before, but
sometimes I wish I could just call him and hear that sweet
voice he used to make when he knew it was me.

Sometimes I wish I could just skip the next few years and
live them over later.

--Lana




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