Have an awesomely different life by this time next year

I will be a slimmer girl with a different hair style.

I’ll be embarking on my awesome final year in high school, freaking out because I’m not sure what college I want to go to, what career to focus on, or how to work my senior project, which will also be a bitch, from what I’ve heard.

I’ll have my driver’s license.

I’ll realize that high school is not for love and I’ll quit whining when the boy I like doesn’t like me back.

I’ll be totally engrossed and excited with whatever play we’re putting on.

I’ll be counting down the days until I am old enough to vote.

I’ll be counting down the days until I am a legal adult.

I’ll be really, really happy. :D

(I hope.)

I want difference.

Because I like existing, and all, but it still sucks some time to be a

lonely
best-friendless
boyfriend-less
manic-depressive
obsessive compulsive
hopelessly and tragically in lovelike
who’s chances at “recovering” from any of those things look pretty much slim to none.

Fuck me.

I just realized that I never timestamped this!

So I’ll just begin today because I can’t remember when I first picked this goal to do.

It is now…:

16 August 2008