Hm, it's 9:30 at night, no one is on/replying to me, and I feel the urge to type...something. This could turn out interestingly.

Ah, prom, the mess of relationships and stress and planning and tears and joy. Prom. 2007. Senior prom. There are so many things that have so far not gone as I would like them to. I didn't get my 'date' date and I'm not as excited for it as most people, or even as I was last year. I'm excited for....After Prom, and being with my friends. That's it. Not really the dance itself.

Moving on, I fear my creative void still a void. I occasionally write, play, or sing something good, but it comes rarely and in spurts. Perhaps it is due to stress, which I have a great deal of.

I probably create most of my own stress. Though, I do find it ironic that about the time most people are done with high school relationships, I'm completely ready for any relationship. I also find it ironic that I ish join a band, as I've talked about starting one for years, when there's six months before I go to college. Also ironic that I have more family problems when I'm about to leave the house than I have in the past years.

Irony, it's what's for dinner, this month (dun dun dun!)....and breakfast, and lunch, and brunch, and linner. It covers all of Peter's meal times!

Moving on again....do I even have anything else to talk about? Hm, maybe, but some things must be kept private and away from the eyes of the one or two people who might have a potential to read this entry. So I suppose that will inconclusively wrap up thus myriad of thoughts compose in a journal entry for artsy people.

Ugh it's only Wednesday....