It's summer. Two more years of high school. Then college... but who's looking that far ahead anyway? Certainly not. Okay. Fine. I am. Sort of. But not really. Just a little bit.

I wish I had wings... Okay, maybe not, but I DO wish I could fly. You know you could fly without wings? Like Superman! I mean... he doesn't even need his cape to fly, it's just for effect. I think the ability to fly would be absolutely terrifying, only it would be an amazing terrifying. It would be so scary, to be looking down at everything while moving. I think I would get motion sick... I still think it would be rocking awesome, though.

I'm tired. It's only 11 at night... but... I'm tired? Yeah, I am. Okay. I'll talk later... not that anybody's reading Then again, it's a journal. Why not have nobody else read it? The point of a journal is to write down your thoughts. So write them down, ignore them for the longest time, and then come back to them, and that will show you who you were. I'm getting so loopy I will post sometime tomorrow or next week, or anytime really