Vinyl and ArmorAll.

Today was...sort of a quiet day. Work wasn't bad at all. It actually went by pretty fast. When I got off work, I went shopping with my mom. It was fun. We went to the mall, and I even tried on a couple dresses. I found this black dress that I really liked - not for prom though. But maybe for the cruise, I dunno. Anyway, we hung out at the mall for a while and I ended up with a pair of red, heart-shaped glasses and some green hair extensions. After we left the mall, we just drove around Greenville, killing time. Then we went home and convinced my dad to go to Olive Garden for dinner. It was delicious, as always. And it was really nice having dinner with them, as a family, like we used to do. For once, nobody was in a bad mood or complaining about anything (like me and my boyfriend). It was just nice. Oh, and where was John in the middle of all this, you ask? He was in Georgia with his parents visiting his aunt. But he was home by the time we came home from dinner. So when my parents and I came home, John came to my house and picked me up. We went to Naia's to watch a movie and just chill. And now I'm here, posting this.

He keeps thinking about Daytona. About all the things we can do together down there. About how much fun it'll be if I get to go. And honestly, I've been thinking about it too. Of course, the way I picture it is different from the way he pictures it, but that's only because I've never stayed where his family stays. The main things I keep picturing are simple stuff - like the beach. Like a sunrise, one where we go walking out on the beach early in the morning, hand in hand, with the cold sand beneath our feet. Or maybe a sunset, where we take that same walk right before going inside to get ready for dinner. Maybe even a walk at night, under the stars. I can hear the waves crashing, and I can picture us splashing around, getting our feet wet. And I can picture us at the Boardwalk, on the chair lift - the one that goes out over the pier. And the Slingshot. I've never ridden it before. I can see us parasailing together, with the entire Daytona shores stretched out in front of us on one side, and deep blue ocean on the other. I can especially picture us driving on the way down there, all excited and hyper because the beach is waiting for us.

I just want to go so much. I know how awesome it would be. I'll do whatever it takes to go. It'd be the perfect way to start off my summer, whether John gets the camp job or not.

I'm really looking forward to the next couple months. April and May are going to be awesome, I think. I'm especially looking forward to going to Joanna with Anna and her parents for the big moonbounce job. We go every year. Well, we started going the year I was a freshman, and we've been going ever since. It's so cool down there. It's such a family-oriented place. And the people are so nice. I just love getting up early every spring, walking outside onto the grass that's all wet with dew, and getting all the equipment loaded up on the trailer. And the ride down there's always fun. It's usually me, Anna, and her parents. Donald rode with us a couple times. But we always blare music and laugh and goof off the whole way. Joanna's an awesome little town though. It's so small, you could look both ways and see the whole thing, but it's so neat at the same time. There's a train track, where a train comes through about every half hour. And there's the main street - Main Street, I believe it's called. They have a parade there every year, and this big, old, red fire engine is always at the front. It's so cool. And during the parade, the participants throw out candy to all the people in the crowd.

I think it's going to be fun this year, too. John gets to come. And I guess Stephen will be there. But I think we can all manage to get along. I just hope John can enjoy it like I do. I want him to see the stuff I do - or well, used to do. Stuff that makes me...me, I guess you could say. And we all say (by 'we all', I mean Anna, her parents and I) that moonbounces are evil and that we hate the work, but honestly, I love the feeling of working hard. Yes, moonbounces have that weird, vinyl-and-ArmorAll-combination smell, and you sweat a lot when you roll them up, and they weigh a lot, but it's a good feeling when you work really hard all day and then climb up into the truck (Big Red) and turn the air conditioner on wide-open (or roll the windows down, take your pick) and just let your mind wander on the way home. Plus, with the moonbounces, you're mainly working with kids. It's really not that bad. I just can't wait to go again this year.

And prom - that's another thing I'm looking forward to. But I haven't been thinking about it as much lately because I'm pretty excited about getting my car back and going to Joanna. I'm trying my best to keep my mind focused on the here-and-now. We're not guaranteed the future, y'know.

Anyway, I'm going to call it a night. I have to work tomorrow from 10 to 3. Lucky me.

Goodnight.