This is my last school night, ignoring my final in math on Saturday, until I go to college. As I have been writing these entries when I should have been doing school, I decided to write here instead of study for my English quiz.

Well, to start things off, tonight I found out that I will probably not get a car until sometime when I am at college. For a long time now, it has been my goal to get my license, a job, and a car. Well, I have my license now, but that's where the good times end. Right now, both of my parents don't have predictable work schedules. This means that transportation would be very hard if I got a job. You know what would make it better? I car. But, I can't get a car, until I get a as my

I was waiting until I could write an entry comparable to the last one before I wrote here, but I decided that it would never happen.

I haven't written in forever, and I can write very little right now but...
Tonight, I am in love with love. I yearn for the love of someone I can see and hear. I yearn for her smile, her wit, and her laugh, but I don't even know who she is. At this moment, the thought is encompassed imperfectly in one girl, but the feeling is so much more than her. I know someday God will show me her, and one more thing will be done in my life, but I have so much trouble waiting until the time is right.

On friday, I have an english paper due, and the paper is abstract. I chose to write about being a punk, which ends up being very hard to describe. I can't write. I just can't. I can play music, dance, program, read, work out math problems, and learn, but I can't write.

Being a punk is about disliking popular culture, and sometimes showing that in your appearance. I can explain that much, but the appearance factor is so complex.