Wow, I've been EXTREMELY inactive, huh? Well, maybe my New Year's resolution may include actually posting entries regularly. As for this year-I'm looking forward to it. Well, not really. Not to burst anyone's bubble, but I figure that we go through the same crap; the only difference is the new year as far as time is concerned. So, I think I'll love and hate this year just as much as the last and the next. Oh well.

Jessica
Mood:  a-ok
Well, I've spoken to my friend Jessica breifly, twice this week. She seems to be doing pretty well, given that she got her diploma and driver's license this past Monday. We chatted while she was on her way to celebrate her accomplishment, but an extremely loud engine cut our discussion short. I'm really happy for her; she's moving up. Still, I miss hanging out with her. She is what I consider one of my best friends. Maybe sometime in the future we can club together or something, I dunno...

Well, today is the last jazz class of the summer-and that really blows! Ingrid is a cool dance instructor and I'm having tons of fun in the class. On the upside, however, my trip to Philly is less than three days away. I already have my outfits matched up and I'm ready to go. Also, the District Convention-any JW's reading this know what I'm taliking about-is next week, which means West Palm Beach and haniging out with my friends from other congregations, which rocks!
Also, I'm a little po'ed due to an unwanted encounter with yesterday's resident pothead. I have absolutely no clue why I was even near the said pothead or how I stayed for that long. Fortunately, two of my other "brothers" were there keeping watch, but next time they may not be there. I plan on avoiding Sanji (however he spells his name) as much as possible. It's pathetic really- he claims that he's gonna have all these material things and all this money, but with the way he's going now he'll either end up behind bars or six feet under-or at least highly miserable. I honestly don't understand these so called "hustlers"-the fake ones anyways (true hustlers have my respect). Sadly, he's just another youth stuck in some ghetto fabulous, rap video hybrid warp. It'll really suck for him-think about it:Don "Majic" Juan has solid gold goblets encrusted with diamonds, expensive suits in every colour of the rainbow, and a bloody Louis Vuitton sombrero, however all those things are housed in a diminutive closet in some crappy apartment. Definetly not a coincidence.

*sigh* Another day has come and is going to go accordingly. Aunt Maxine just left, so I'm now homebound until my trip to Philly with my dad. I'm looking forward to the journey, just me and him spending quality time. I don't have any confessions to make, thus ensuring a calm yet fun trip. I'm looking forward to shopping, seeing my family, and hanging out with my dad. But until then, it's another movie day.