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Matt knows I like him... and he's cool with it. He doesn't want to start anything new, just yet-- his wounds are still fresh. Poor thing...
Anyway, get this! My friend Will was laughing at me yesterday, ao I asked my other friend Alex why, since Will would only laugh. Alex wouldn't say at first, until I promised that I wouldn't kill him of he told me in his next breath. He said Will was laughing because he told him that I like Matt. I asked him how he knew, and he said it was because Matt ...

I've been waiting on my grades from the university for more than a week. I was only worried about one class because I was right on the cusp of an A. All of my grades are finally posted and I got all As!! I’m so glad. I really am not going to worry about making straight As the rest of my time in college.


I got a big part of my garden out today. The weather has really set my gardening back. ...

Done. I finished my homeschool work a couple of hours ago. Shut my junior year math book for the last time. And my college courses are wrapping up.

I'm done with junior year. For the first time in two years, I don't have to worry about doing math during the summer. I got an A in all my classes except Geometry, which was a B.

And soon, I should get my SAT score.

In the fall I start applying to colleges.

Where did my youth go, again? ...

That lot are making a racket outside, singing about how they're going to go to the bar and get wasted, if that's the case bloody go already. I don't mind them being loud but this is louder than normal and it bugs me. I don't like loud noise; when I was a verry little girl my school had a little fireworks display on the field after school for bonfire night and I always had to put my hands over my ears, I wasn't frightened of the noise, I just didn't like it, it hurt my ears. You know how you can ...

Desert Dreams

Dust hovers
masking the sky red
the wind howls
a low sound
whispers in the ears
dance upon the sands
in shadows that don't
exist.

The wasp floats
with a steady buzz
skirting around rain drops
so very rare.

Sun above
with a steady glare
clouds only in dreams
and songs sung
of no place called home.

Grit within the eye ...