  Well well, here I am once more, sitting at my computer screen... I was reading some LiveJournals from some of the ppl here. It's funny. They all hang out together nearly every day and have tons of fun and have all these inside jokes and all that good high school stuff. And I talk to some of my NC friends almost everyday and they all talk and hang out and have fun and all that high school stuff. Then there's me. I get up everyday at 9-ish, work out, practice my viola, sit around and watch TV, write poems and letters, and work on my summer stuff for school.
It's nearly on the brink of hopelessly pathetic. Sad, huh? Moving isnt fair to anyone except the ppl that make you move, in my case, being the military. Curses upon the military. But lets not open up this tragic tale of loss. My friend and I were talking yesterday about "the one. " We both said that we could hardly wait to meet him, but were also scared of the entire thing becuase, as we all know, with getting attached to someone in any way will eventually bring upon pain. I want to know how I'm gonna meet him and where and, most importantly, when. I hope that I havent missed him already and let my one chance at true love pass me by.
Or maybe there's more than one "the one" and we all get a few chances at love? Maybe God grants us that mercy. I dunno... Makes my brain hurt thinking about it. But anyhow... my mother and sister and I are going to Wolftrap to go see La Boheme (spelling? ) tonight. For you uncultured ppl, that's an opera written by Puccini, who is, in my opinion, the most passionate composer in existence. And I'll go now. Adieu, my loves. 
