where were they going without ever knowing the way

I rock. I slept a fabulous deep sleep. Had some crazy ass dreams. First, I was taking a class at Booker, a computer class, and I had 8 absences, and 5 absences is an automatic failure, so I was pretty worried until I realized I'd already finished my freshman year of college and that Booker didn't matter anymore. This dream is very easy to figure out. BOOKER DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE!

However, the next dream I had involved me and Mr. Keys and somebody else discussing Booker's recent production of Oklahoma! and who was in it. So I dunno...

I'm here for a really long time. I don't know how I feel about that. I kind of think I want to go back early and move in with everyone else. But it's expensive to change my flight. But Mom is working during the day, and the last week I'm here, all my friends will be gone at their schools, or in school, and I'll be bored. And I'll be missing Will (more than I already am). So ... boo..

Sarah's in Washington, D.C. today for a training. Good. She's been such a brat lately.

Ok, here's the scoop. I am going to the beach on Saturday. I plan to get there by 11 to get in maximum sun time. If you want to see me before I go to Texas/you go off to college, come to the beach! Give me a call. Or... we can hang out sometime... TODAY! Or tomorrow during the day. I might go to the beach tomorrow, too. I need a tan like its my job. My burn from yesterday is almost tan now...

I'm rambling.