Dude, one of my feature length screenplays won in a competition. Totally stoked. I keep staring at the certificate. Take that other 2 entrants. Naw... gosh, I hope there were more than that. I feel so blah. Get sick the fucking day before summer, what's that all about?! One good thing about coming home (besides seeing my loser friends of course) is the sun! I hate it generally, but when you grow up in a stupid W.A.S.P.y town with loads of sun all your life (and most importantly a tan), you start to miss it. Summer Goal: don't look like a san franciscan by next semester. Not only am I one of the few white girls up there but I am now a WHITE girl. I'm a ghost. Transparant in more than one meaning. All you losers who saw through my totally-straight facade, screw you. Especially you Moneybutt, you know you're the one that's my one true love. I should probably sleep... afraid to... I saw a spider about an hour ago and I'm afraid he'll crawl on me in the night. Ha... I didn't come out of the closet, I ran out at the sight of a spider, spose it didn't help I'm claustrophobic. :P.