Rejoice, rejoice.

I've gone through a ridiculous amount of mouthwash today. New compulsive habit?

I should be reading chapter seventeen, or finishing a painting, or doing something, but I'd rather be talking to you, so here I am.

You did not come to Memaw's "tomorrow." We will have to do that next weekend. It will also be the first weekend of March! Meaning New Year's! This will be quite the eventful weekend, true story. I think you will tire of me much sooner, if you are not already. If you are, I apoligize.

My Valentine's Day was fine. Stop worrying, Audrey. I come through.

I haven't been thinking much the past couple of days and it's all kind of hitting me slowly. I need to stop talking.

I am at the library once again. Agh, I'm so mad. Sometimes things are just so ridiculous. It doesn't make sense, Audrey. It doesn't at all. I'm going to Memaw's around 10 when she gets home. I'm going to go to the mall and get a pair of khakis I think too. I don't know. Hm. ASDFGHJKL

You will hopefully be spending this Friday with Memaw. If you have to babysit, don't feel guilty. And do go hang out with Emily Bobel and Eileen on Saturday. I'll paint or something. It'll be fine.

I won't stand up for myself, ever, I don't think. I don't mind when you tell me do something. You'd never tell me do to anything bad. You love me too much. I don't mind doing things for people, either. Just when people tell me how they think I am or what they think is wrong with me, it makes me kind of really mad, but I'll get over it. Not that mad. Just guilty, because there is always the possibility they are right and always the possibility that I just have no idea. Gar. I don't want to yell at you. I don't think I ever will. You don't give me any reason to, and even if you did, I probably still wouldn't.

Spring break will be very, very good. True story.

Why have you been dreading the future? I'm more optimistic about it, really. I know things are really bad right now, and they can't really get worse, or even with that, they can, but I've got a couple of people that make it a whole lot better. It'll all be alright soon enough, and really, it kind of already is. I just need to get some things done. Or maybe I need to take a break. I don't really know. I'll do whatever comes to mind.

It's kind of chilly.

We got a lot of ideas for raising money. I'm excited. I've got a lot of e-mails to write. I requested Murtadha (spelling).

Who knows when I'm supposed to hear about anything? Internship at the Ambassadors for Children place, IMA, things are busy. Weird timing. I hope things work out. I don't want to work at McDonald's or Arby's.

I like comfortable cars. Then again, maybe I just make myself comfortable. "Way more fresher, with way less effort."


They made it to the movie about forty-five mintues early, but that was okay. They bought popcorn and Skittles and Coke and sat near the back and waited for action. Only about for people trickled in before the movie actually started. As the lights dimmed the Ticketmaster looked at the Ragpicker and smiled. The best movie ever was, for the second time, on the big screen.

I'm going to go get a pair of khakis or something. Goodnight, Audrey.

I hope your cello went okay. I still want to hear my concerto. I'll serenade you with my banjo in return, I promise.