Well I could go on for pages about how miserable I was the first month of boarding school, but I choose not to, because it's all too depressing and I kind of still wish I was at home.

I write. A lot. I thought that after a while all the creative masturbation would have caught up with me, and the stuff would stop coming, but it hasn't.

What happened then was this. I realized I really want to work in the space program, alot. I've been really serious about it. Maybe I should stop worrying about it and have fun while I can as a freshman. I don't know. I think too much.

Well since I've been in CA two of my friends are all into hardcore drugs and two friends are completely gay and one of my friends has suddenly turned into a sexy man-magnet. I don't think I've really changed that much. Well, a couple weeks ago I discovered that I like hummus. A lot. With pita. O yah and now I've been alive a whopping 15 years.

You know you can start and end a war in 15 years. Damn I'm ancient.

What the hell am I doing I have homework...