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I passed my driving test bitches.

I get to start having a life. Yay for that. Except I spent 5 hours in the car today trying to get home in traffic, so I don't really feel like going anywhere. But tomorrow I'm going to drive anywhere and everywhere I can think of going just because I can.

I need some effing money though. No idea how I'm going to pay for gas when I already owe my mom $75. Um, anyone want to donate?

I think I need a new xanga. This one just doesn't really fit anymore. I'll make a new one as soon as I can harass Danny into making me a layout.

The song on here is Frou Frou- Let go. I want her voice.

I'll try to update more often since maybe I'll actually have something to write about. Later kids, <3.

This weekend has sucked.

But that's okay, because next weekend I will have my license. Cordele County better be nicer to me than County Services. I get to start having a life around 11 AM Friday if I pass.

From First to Last's CD is really good. Buy it.

There's a Death Cab for Cutie concert Tuesday night, but I can't go because of the stupid ass PSATS the next morning. Which seems more important, the best band ever and the lovely Ben Gibbard or my future?

Obviously, DCFC.

I don't know if I'll update again before Friday or not. Just in case I don't, cross your fingers for me. Later kids, <3.

I've been very content lately.

This doesn't really feel like one of my temporary euphoric highs, either. It feels like I overcame something. I don't really even know what to call it. Just something that was eating at me for a long time, I guess.

I don't feel like depression defines my personality anymore. It's scary to think about how much it used to. Too much hit me too fast, and I didn't realize my own naivety. It was safer for me to keep myself miserable. Subconciously, I thought that I was saving myself. There's nowhere to fall if you're already at the bottom. That level of emotional torture was all that I could see, and eventually I completely lost my grip on any form of reality.

Somehow, kind of recently, I found hope again. I got several wake-up calls on how much I was effecting other people and how destructive it really was.

I just can't go back to that. Ever. And I'm not going to.

Yeah, so anyway.

I got a FFTL, FATA, and another Bright Eyes CD today. Can we say conorgasm?

See what I did there?

Yeah, I'm great.

I miss Brian even though he's a loser.

This entry was stupid.

I'll update again sometime, <3.

My weekend was stupid.

I spent 7 hours at the DMV on Saturday and eventually gave up on re-taking the test. I have an appointment on October 15th in some county that's 3 hours away. It's in the middle of nowhere, so I should pass provided that I don't get another pedophile who would rather talk about my eyes than pay attention to my driving.

I think Death Cab for Cutie is coming here sometime soon. I HAVE to see them if they do. I'm trying to learn Title and Registration on guitar, but so far it sounds like shit.

I'm really tired of being single. Pff, like that's something new.

Josh drew on my arms with pen during Math, and I think I'm allergic to the ink because my skin is red and itches like fuck. Wonderful.

I'll try to update again eventually.