I just found out the husband of my fav. highschool teacher died. She was an older crazy hippy teacher that finally gave me the courage to be myself... He helped alot in that venture to. They were neat people. The kinda that never appalogized for being a bit different. Never backed down from thier beliefes either. I learned alot from both of them and how they were together. I got a message about it (his death) from an old hs friend. I can't help but think how different i am now. How much i've changed. How much i hated that school and how much they helped me see past were i was...

I'll miss you Racco


on other news two rooms left the kitchen and the small bathroom. I"m tierd of this house. I'm tierd of this argument and i'm tierd of my life depending so heavaly on everyone around me. Nothing is stable.