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It is almost 11:30 and I think I may go out. This is very strange for me. I'm like an old woman. Tomorrow I am going to Athens to see on of my best friends. Tuesday was her birthday. Tonight I called her and she had just snorted some meth. I may just give her a birthday punch in the face.

I find out about the new job next week. I really really REALLY want this job. I just want something new in my life.

"I am Sam" is on and I keep crying. I don't think the movie is making me cry, I think it is everything else that I have going on and my body is using the move as an excuse to let it out.

I'm getting tired of being a grownup. I am 22 years old dammit, I should be drunk and partying my ass of but instead I am trying to take care of a sloth-like parent and be a responsible, good person. <sigh> I was a wild one once, at least I experienced it for a while, even if I was to young to have been doing it.

I love when random people respond to my journal, it makes up for when I think nobody has read them. More than that I like when certain people say things that make me smile when people I know and see in "real life" can't. To those people: thank you.

I've been haing nightmares lately. I want to go back to New York.