THE END OF THE YEAR IS UPON US!

it FREAKS ME OUT that i am now (almost)done with being a college freshman.

sometimes i get insane nostalgia and surf around trying to find livejournals of people who still attend my old high school. i feel so disconnected from all of that. i have wonderful memories of forced musical theatre performance. i want to write a play and put it on here, maybe that will help a little. rehearsal, lighting. wood. all of these things feel like home.

i really do miss the good times. everytime i watch some movie or listen to some song.

i am a poster girl with no poster.

think will not socialize much when i am home. i plan to become bedridden.
people who i want to see = 1.

in a couple days i leave for new york, where i will 1.) see aaronita and 2.) shop endlessly with my mom. i rationalize that i deserve makeup/hairstyling/new shoes. in any case these things will make me feel better.

then on to burbank, the city that killed my soul.

if i was was really fucking rich, i mean like circus rich, i'd buy a private jet and fly all the leigh kids out to MY house for the summer. and all my other beloved kids as well.

here's a question for the readers: if you were richy mcmoneypants, what would you buy?