(10:26pm)
The #1 reason for wanting to go to college: Getting the HECK out of my house. Love my parents, but feel like I need to leave for that first year. I need to go and be able to feel like I can spread my wings and fly to my own limit. Even if I fall flat on my face and shatter every bone in my body, at least I will have the satisfaction of saying that I did it. Hey, who says there's no victory in failure? It took Thomas Edison near, what, 1,000 tries to make the perfect light bulb? And what of Michael Jordan? He probably spent hours on hours shooting. The only failure in life that has 0% victory is the failure of giving up of not trying.
Oh, yeah. Almost forgot. I wrote a poem for another girl. I just thought she could use some support. She loved it and thanked me. I would ask for house points, but 1) probably wouldn't get them, 2) it would probably lead to me having to explain who I wrote it for, and 3) I did it for support, not for a reward (though yes, house points would be lovely). Mrs. Cathirell asked if she could publish it for her church. I said yes (duh). That makes 2 poems and a short story that she has kept of mine to share. I'm teaming up with this other girl to publish our works. She's good at her poems, but she has mostly songs. I have one song. I need vocalists and music.
Oh yeah, Tiara's still here. My heart bounced when I saw her. Honestly, I wanted to rush her with a hug, but decided not to.
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