Okay. it has been an awful long time since I've written. For a while I guess I just lost all motivation. Scott was missing, My heart was still in the healing process, and I was worried to death about certain situations. When I woke up this morning my blood pressure had dropped alot and I couldn't really stand up because I was dizzy so my dad made me stay home from school. It was just a passing thing, drank some orange juice and am feeling alot better. I know I'm making very little sense, but I'm hoping spilling my thoughts out in the order they're in might help me get some answers that I've been looking for. Saturday was the scariest day of my life. I've never been more worried. Sunday I was at Eri's all day studying, monday I went to pearl paint... the smell of art makes me lightheaded and happy... and bought a few markers and blenders. Then I went to pizza hut and my dad embarrassed me in front of Daniel (Pizza hut boy) some more. Then I came home did homework and got yelled at some. Talked to Tim.. I've missed it so much. Laura kissed Steven. Let me say this once more for reality's sake, Laura kissed Steven. But yeah, I am totally and completely fine with it. Totally. I've given up on Matt, 'bout time, huh? There is some strange comfort in knowing that no matter what, Rob will always sit next to me on the Q11. The comfort being that we usually sit next to eachother, each of us listening to our cd players, half-asleep, not saying a word to eachother. Now I'm not sure if this makes any sense to you, but I guess it doesn't matter since it makes perfect sense to me. It gives me a certain sense of reality. I was drawing my egg yesterday for Ms.Buccino, and I realized the art in the egg. I mean, I saw myself in that egg. And since I was on the phone with Timmy, he was in the egg too. Let me clarify, I could see my reflection in the egg yoke, and I saw the phone in it too, and since Tim was on the other end of the phone, he was in there too. Then it was positioned in front of the window, so I saw all these lights and windows and buildings and trains. So in a sense, I captured a little part of New York... of the world, I should say... in that stupid egg. It portrayed my lense on reality, purple cellophane and all. Too bad It was in ebony, you can't really see the reflections... but I know that they are there... and so I guess that's all that really matters. In a sense, I left my mark on that egg. For a moment in time, I was in the egg, Tim was in the egg, the world was in the egg. It's amazing how so many things can possibly fit into something that small. It amazes me how you can capture so much life and emotion and everything in something so insignificant. There. Those are my thoughts on the egg. With each and every passing moment, I miss Jordan more. It's painful to see how a friendship can almost disapear so fast. But because of him and his outlook on life, I am a little more different. I don't even know where I want to go to college yet... but I'm guessing I should probably find out soon. I was looking at SVA... a freakishly amazing school. And if only I could study art and journalism there... meh. It's going to be strange when those of the fellowship go their seperate ways. I mean theres Roma whos going to Cali, Larry who's going to another country, Robbie and Steve who are both going to SVA, Ritch who's joining the airforce, K-La who's probably going to stay in new york city, and Ed who I don't even know where he wants to go. And me... well... I don't know yet. I'm considering UMASS... but I'm not sure yet. I mean I want to travel the world... and short visits aren't nearly enough to actually LEARN and be affected by the culture of another land. I don't want to be restricted to a little box called New York for the rest of my life. The world is just so big... I want to see it all. Maybe I won't be able to right away. But I plan on traveling the US before college, and then spending a semester abroad... maybe two. Then the rest will have to wait until I get lots of money. I want to go away so badly for college... but my dad and sister are playing the guilt trip on me. My dad needs my help here... Kimberly doesn't guilt me purposely... but she does. She tells me all the time how much she's going to miss me and how much she needs me here and how she doesn't want to be alone. But what about me... I need to go away... I need to find myself. I need to experience life from a different perspective. I guess what it comes down to is who's needs are more important. And I know the answer. Kimberly's. Sure you may have a different outlook, but I'm all she has. If I leave... who's going to cook? For all I know, my dad will just order pizza or chinese food everyday. she's going to be so unhealthy if I leave. Plus... she's just starting like boys and stuff like that. If I leave, whos going to make sure she's okay... who's going to have "the talk" with her? I can't just leave her... she doesn't have anyone else. And my dad is always working. She'll be home alone alot... that's not good for her. She needs someone to watch her and make sure she does her homework and eats well. Who's she going to go to for advice if I'm not here? Plus we have mice... we're both scared of mice so we sleep together and it makes us less afraid. Who's going to protect her from the mice if I'm not around!!?? She's just a little girl... I can't leave her alone. I have to stay and protect her and make sure nothing bad happens to her. That way, she can go to whatever college she wants, as far away as she wants, and be ok. And I need to make sure she's around for that. I just wish that I could go and stay at the same time. That way I could find myself, and live someplace new, and experience life... all while making sure she's okay. No. No matter what happens, I can't leave her. I just can't.