Suburbia is hot tonight.

La la laaaa. I feel like singing. Well, ok. I did two seconds ago. John's here. At my house. With me. We're going to make macaroni for lunch. Then who knows. I want to get out of here. I mean, I want a fucking vacation. Daytona just can't get here fast enough. And my parents better let me go, too. I want that vacation. It might be the only fun I have this summer.

I want a new car. One day, I'm going to get a new car. I want a Lexus. They're nice. See? Yeah. That's what I want. I wanna' be a rock star.

I'm going to Spartanburg with Kellie tomorrow. We're going to shop for prom dresses. It's going to be fun. My mom might come too. But Kellie has to work at 4, so we won't be gone ALL day.

I'm assuming that I'm hanging out with John tomorrow night. Maybe. If his aunt isn't in town.

And I start work Sunday. I have to call Jim and find out what time he wants me to come in.

I really like that soap Mom bought. I think it's Irish Spring, but I'm not sure. It smells good though. I got my hair cut this morning. I only got about an inch taken off. And Cindy said it would only cost $35 to get my hair colored. I might look into that. It just depends on how much I can save up for prom. And Daytona. Did I mention I want a vacation?

Ok, I guess I'm going to go make lunch now. My stomach's growling and it's making me a little nauseated. I'll post again later.