5-16-01: Well, i'm sixteen now. So a later curfew is mine... but my parents have been acting stranger and stranger... my dad told me last night with tears standing in his eyes that "preety soon i was going to go away and get married..." i told him taht he still had three more YEARS to deal with me. Think about how long three years is... it's crazy. People are strange. In other news, I submitted 'The Draft' to the school literary magazine, 'Dimentions', and they published it. At first i was ashamed, but then when i learned that everyone who submitted was published and then some, i felt free to show everyone my accomplishment. or rahter, lack thereof.
Do i need to smile more?
