Well, I don't know why life has to be like a wave, but it is. Last week was hell, this week was great. I've been hanging around with my two best girls all week long, and I couldn't be happier. We're going to New Hampshire this weekend. I'm sort of scared though, because I never know what might happen when I meet new people. We're staying with Sarah's boyfriend and his friends, and I just hope that one of the single ones might like me. Doubt it though, because they seem more interested in Ashley and her French accent. Will anyone be right for me, and will I ever find a prom date? Will I get married? Will I at least lose my virginity? Wave again.

Well, I didn't anticipate starting my journal off by complaining, but I guess that's what I'm going to have to do. Maybe if my mom would stop being such an ass about everything, my life would be liveable. But who wants to live where the only sound one hears is the incessant nagging of a played out martyr? A martyr who hasn't even really sacrificed anything, to boot! Yesterday it was my prospected trip to France. Today she was complaining about me not believing in catholicism. What the fuck next?