This Texas oil maverick has made billions

That cheer upper worked, I must admit, though the thought of your pain kills me inside...

Way to tell my mom you were skipping Latin, Abby. Nice. She was able to judge the school QUITE harshly off of that.

This married song is happy, I think. I feel sorta floaty listening to it. All of their songs are quite short, actually.

I just returned home from the park, where I ran for the first time since whenever ago. It just about killed me, actually, but that's okay. I feel better about myself. I put on shorts to run in first, but then realized that that would be impossible for the crazy amounts of hair that have thrived on my calves.

The solution will not be spoken of. We shall continue speaking, seeing, and writing to each other on a regular basis, despite your new (old?) hatred for me. It can be no other way.

It is okay that I missed ice skating. It was my fault, as I forgot about it until the last minute. I am glad Memaw liked the exhibit, and apologize for missing it. Running out WAS slightly rude, and I beg forgiveness from you, your family, and, most of all, Memaw. I don't like being hated. At all.

Oh, I will join in your summer of fun. I planned on it, even if I was never asked. I have already started my own list of things that I need to accomplish before school starts up again, and second semester has not yet begun. I hope my mom receives that job at the symphony. It would make her happy, and I think it would be quite an adventure to ride my bike to the circle each day.

Ah, life is really funny when you think about it. It is just a bunch of coincidences smooshed together. Though I am all for taking control of life and turning it around, I don't think that this is entirely possible. Sure, you can go halfway, but if life isn't in your favor, you can't push the other half.

Let us get started on those names, or we will forget all 500 of them. On TV they said something about a Canadian farm (that was all I heard; I wasn't really paying attention) and I got really excited before I stopped myself and laughed really hard. You can own an inn like Lorelei. I never realized how strange that name was before. Memaw will obviously shun any children you raise with me, and my mom will refuse to make meals for us, for we are "ungrateful". Goodness.

I've been starting to believe that times will get better, but then something awful happens to throw me back down again, and I feel like the world will be awful no matter what anyone does. Where do we sign up for this tutoring program?

That is strange. Even things we are dealing with today deal with what is history. Like 9/11. We still talk about Iraq...we're still IN Iraq. Are you implying that I am a nerd for wanting to save history? I don't like the tone (if there can be a tone in typing, which I believe there can be) of that "Wow, Auds."

I will never grab your head again. Forget all head rubs.

Never mind.

I love Ball jars! I just got SO EX-CI-TED (sing this in your head) when I read that! We are going to rock the cloud-hunting world. We are going to have a crazy number of clouds in our rooms. BUTTERFLY NETS WOULD BE PERFECT! All I need to cheer me up is to think about going cloud hunting, really, and all is put back into place in the world of happiness. Oh goodness, this list is insane (in an insanely wonderful way). I need to think of things to do, now, so I feel like I am contributing in some way. Abby, you make me happy.

I hate being told to quit feeling sorry for myself. This really just makes it worse. Maybe you are right? I would like to believe this. That no one should feel guilty for being sad for reasons that may or may not be lesser than others.

DINNER.

I really like, "Raspberries of Strawberries? Erries...erries." I love when you like people's music, and then you learn about them, and you like them even more. It makes me so happy.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=-zUv-u_hdxQ
You should look at this one. I love it. Intense.

Why is EVERYTHING so confusing? I just want a couple of answers. Just a couple of sure things. I'm not asking for too much, I don't think.

I feel much better now that I am at school. I don't know how or why, but I definitely do.

Maybe some people think of categories kind of like how we think of lists? I don't know. Categories are what start cliques and judgements and all of that negative stuff, so I try to avoid them. We are all a giant blob of people in this giant bouncy ball that is the earth. I don't think we should have to group off, but if it comforts people, I'm alright being categorized. I think I'm used to it, actually. As long as the category is consistent. That's what I like about Herron. I'm not categorized. I don't have (for lack of a better word) boundaries in which I am stranded.

You hate love, and I can never seem to convince myself it is real. I watch movies or read books, and for a minute there, I think it's all good, but then something has to ruin it and I'm back to being cynical. I don't think I've ever known when I've seen two people in love. Now, smiling, smiling is my favorite, and not just because he says this in Elf. It's just nice to know people are happy or at least making an effort to be happy and share this with others. I use the word "nice" quite frequently, but it is broad and acceptable in many places where other words do not fit. No one has anything figured out, I am sure. There are too many things to contradict everything. I've never been sure of anything in my entire life, not that it has been a long one. That makes it sound like I'm going to die soon. I hope not. I have a lot I want/need to accomplish.

I have completed one minute and fifteen seconds of YOUR concerto. It may sound like a theme song for the mafia, but I don't care. I kind of...maybe...sort of like it? I don't like saying that.

I have a surprise for you!

Dreams are unexplainable. Maybe that's why they seem like they have no organization. There are things we don't remember when we wake up, and maybe that gives us the impression. Do you ever wonder that what you don't remember when you exit DreamWorld is what is most important? That maybe we find all of the answers in our dreams, but we can't remember them? That makes me feel so stupid and ignorant.

I love your relationship with your Memaw. It makes me happy. You two have a good bond. I accidentally typed "bong" and laughed. My sense of humor has decreased in quality, I believe.

I'm sorry I was mean to you. Unfortunately, my bad moods affect everyone around me.

Maybe secrets are kept to ourselves to make us feel comforted, but it only makes it worse, always. Everyone should just share the pain. Take a slice and pass the worries pie around. Then we can help each other out.

Well, I like the name Bjorn, and I am sorry that my music knowledge is not as advanced as yours, Abigail.

AHAHAHA.

Why would you want less of a free fall? You, of all people, Abby, I would expect to want more leniency in decisions made. It could be easier, sure, to have directions given and a map of life provided, but that wouldn't be any sort of experience, and I think (I'm not sure in any way) that that's what it's all about, really.

You are not too ignorant to danger; I have just been raised in a very...frightened...manner. I've always been scared for my life. Not that my parents beat me or anything like that, but I've always been open to the negativity that's out there. So, naturally, I believe I am going to get raped. This could be from watching too much Oprah. Yes, the chances of this reasoning are great.

I am very sorry about your tennis team. Maybe, just maybe, it will pull through.

The Ragpicker once again chuckled at the Ticketmaster's awkward behavior. "You, umm..., you, ummm...., you look really good, too," she said jokingly, at which the Ticketmaster replied with a grimace. The Ragpicker realized her humor was not appreciated at this time and apologized, adding, "Though you DID remark on there freaking braces." They smiled and entered the cramped pizza parlor which, coincidentally enough, was playing their song on the stubborn, skipping, and sentimental old jukebox.

I didn't mean to be that mean by saying that nothing can slip past you. Really, I wasn't. Tolstoy did exaggerate quite a bit, and I'm not such a big fan either. Poor guy, though.

The next list should contain your three most-desired posessions. They have to be material things, too, not like a cure for AIDS or something that can save the world. Selfish is good for this list.

I'm going to go do something. Probably my english paper. Maybe my art project. Who knows?